by MeDuf 🤿
Blink May 2018 entry, words: 75
|The big tree obstructed her view of the parking in front of the group home. They were coming for her today, but she had to know before she stood at the doorway. Waiting. Anxious. Vulnerable. Would it be the white van to yet another foster home or some other car to a forever home? Regina pressed her face against the cold window pane and squinted for a sliver of the street through the thick leaves.