Predictive Text Couldn't Predict Our Love

e adoptive families. When the chance came to pick a family, the perfect Hendersons offered sunny picnics an

. A cold and difficult beginning. This boy is broken, but you are the key to his healing." I chose him, st

fueling a terrifying need for revenge against the Hendersons and Dr. Evelyn Reed. He was falling apart, spray-painting their mansion

a list, and my name was on it. The text I saw, my supposed "gift," wasn't magic-it was a side

program' and its child victims, including me. The connection between Blake and me shattered, a bond born of shared pain now poisoned by his father' s mo

rifying alert flashed, not for Blake, but for the man who had destroyed us both: "CRITICAL ALERT: STERLING SENIOR. ALCOHOL AND PRE