My parents had chosen Allison and her forty-five-thousand-dollar elite college tuition over me.

If I said yes to Rachel, I was never going back to the big house in Oakwood.

I would be a foster kid living with a night nurse in a small apartment.

“You don’t have to go to Cleveland in a medical transport,” Rachel said.

She reached across the table and opened her empty hand.

“Only if you want to come home with me, Hannah.

The choice is yours.”