Isabella Morales had been perfect for eleven months, two weeks, and four days.
She smiled at the right times. She spoke when spoken to. She kept her room clean, her grades acceptable, and her opinions to herself. She was polite to the social workers, grateful to the Carmichaels, and invisible to everyone else.
That was the goal.
Because invisible girls didn't get moved.
Invisible girls didn't disappear.
And Isabella had watched enough children disappear from this house to know that being seen was dangerous.
So she became what they wanted.