My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

fostered me at fourteen. Later, he became my guardian.”

My hands curled.

“He left me in foster care.”

“I know.”

“And then he started taking foster kids into his house?”

“Yes.”

A bitter laugh escaped me.

“So that’s it? He practiced being a father to somebody else’s children?”

“No.”

“Then explain it.”

Caroline’s eyes filled.

“He failed you first.”

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