“Knock, knock.” I jumped at the sudden tapping on my bedroom door. Taking a moment to compose myself, I answered. “Come in, Kellie.” It had to be Kellie, she was the only other one home. The door opened hesitantly, something out of character for my — ward, I guess is the best legal term. While I loved Kellie like she was my own daughter, the truth was she wasn’t and while she calls me ‘Mama K’, she stubbornly refuses to d...

Kellie drove over and waited at the High School for Sara, her sister in all the ways that mattered. She thought back to their first meeting, back in elementary school: She had been a new student and it was hard. She wore homemade clothes and was from an ultra-religious family. It took a long time begging her father to let her go to school instead of being taught at home. He argued against it, but finally gave in when she...