They were going to be my salvation. I gave them everything the day the Donovan’s took me in. They saved me from my foster house. A place where cruelty was the only thing I was given. Samuel, my new big brother, became my sanctuary. He was the best brother I could have ever asked for, but he wasn’t just that, he was my hero. I let the town of Everton become my home. Something I had never had before. I took on their customs, their mannerisms and I prayed to the Divine as they welcomed me into their community and taught me their ways. I was going to be the best daughter and sister they could have asked for. He was going to be my salvation. So why does this feel like damnation?