In just a few days, she’d gotten used to the comfortable air conditioning at the Foster’s house, and the trailer’s window fans seemed even more lacking. Still, the oppressive heat and crappy furnishings were a welcoming constant in a world that had just been capsized. The young patrol officer hadn’t argued when she’d asked to be brought back to the trailer. She didn’t want to face Oren and Lorelai just yet. Didn’t want to explain the latest drama in her life. Numbness seized her overheated body. Standing in her tiny bathroom, she stared at the reflection in the mirror. The same heart-shaped face gazed back at her, same dimples, same full lips, same naturally rosy cheeks. And yet she looked completely different. All that she’d known–both good and bad–was a lie. Her real father didn’t hate her. He would have killed for her. But he could have saved her a long time ago. She had no words to articulate her feelings.
