“You don’t have to do anything tonight.”

“If they don’t take me back, I won’t even have a legal family name,” I said.

“I’m just a ward of the state.

I don’t belong to anyone.”

“You have a name,” Rachel said.

“And you have a place in my spare room, if you want it.”

I looked down at the scratched surface of the table.

I had a clear, safe way out with Rachel.