They had not even waited for the paperwork to be signed at the facility.

They had simply assumed she was handled, filed away, no longer a factor, and had moved directly on to disassembling her life.

Seeing those boxes through the window, I stopped being merely angry at my parents.

I began to understand them, and understanding them was worse.

Chapter 12 — You Put a Price Tag on My Life

As soon as Grandma stepped out of the car, my mother rushed forward, hands fluttering.

“Eleanor!