FIFTEEN BREE WASN’T SURE HOW LONG SHE’D BEEN CRYING. HER chest had continued to heave for what felt like forever as the uncontrollable sobs overwhelmed her. If her mom didn’t want a daughter, then Bree didn’t want her either. Only she did. Desperately. In the back of her mind, Bree had always blamed her dad for her mom’s prolonged absence. It wasn’t exactly a secret that he was a cold, determined man, and Bree could count on one hand the number of times he’d actually hugged her with any real affection. It made sense that her mom would want to leave, to get as far away from him as possible. But what didn’t make sense, what Bree couldn’t ignore anymore, was that she’d leave her youngest child behind to fend for herself. Tap. Tap tap tap. Bree hastily wiped the tears from her cheeks and rushed across her room. “John!” She threw open the window, never so happy to see anyone in her life. “What are you doing here?” “I’m Luke Skywalker,” John said. “And I’m here to rescue you.”
