I never figured I'd end up here. Going from a loving childhood to living on the streets wasn't part of the plan. But all the plans I had disappeared in smoke and fire. I trusted someone I shouldn't, and in the end, being on the streets was better than the alternative. I had to keep moving, keep out of sight, if I wanted to stay alive. I got good at hiding. At least until he showed up and saved me. I knew better than to get involved...