Chapter 91

• I didn’t have high hopes that he was compassionate or intelligent, but anything was better than continuing to live with the monsters who had raised me.
• “That’s it,” my father said, zipping the duffel that contained the last of my clothes. “Leah, grab your stuff and meet us at the car.”
• My parents had packed my belongings but clearly weren’t interested in helping me any further. If I wanted to take my stuff to my new home, it would be up to me to get it downstairs. It only took two trips up and down the stairs to grab the boxes and bags containing my life and load them into my dad’s shiny gray Lexus. It was both a blessing and a curse that I didn’t have much to my name. I walked back up to my old room and looked around at how empty it was. The only trace left of me was my dollhouse.