Angelaboutme -

“I couldn’t stop him from leaving,” Margo said quietly. “And I couldn’t stop the foster parents who yelled, or the ones who didn’t care, or the kids at school who called you ‘trash.’ But I could sit on that fire escape. I could make sure the lock jammed just enough to slow you down. I could send a warm breeze through your window on the nights you forgot to eat. Little things. They never feel like enough, but they’re all I have.”

Lena opened her eyes. “I don’t have a death wish.” angelaboutme