My Foster Parents' Fatal Mistake

e, a full-ride scholarship. I'd spent my senior year coding, studyin

Morris, looked at it lik

was a long-haul truck driver, and his hands we

ter mother, Sylvia. She was wri

not going?" I asked, k

s face. "A tech internship on the West Coast. A friend of mine, Barney, set it up

ying. I

d lived this

a genuine panic that I knew was real, ev

a premonition. A terrible accident, a

stumble. "Don't be stupid, Sylvia. You and your crazy feelings. Yo

emonition" was a script. Rufus's "

. That "internship" was a front for an organ trafficking ring. They drug

me, I w

said quietly. "If it's that go

ing downstairs, gloating about how he had me wr

I came out with

horrified. "Ethan, please," she

he one she'd bought me as a graduation gift. "You have to give that back.

ng to that laptop. I fought for it. It was my

ugged it and handed it

any computer. She expected a fight, a tantrum. M

remembered. The driver, a man with a scarred eyebrow, and his partner

vez, another scholarship winner. I remembered he

by the window. The worst seat

over my own feet, stumbling hard in

t!" he yelled

g the seat next to Jennifer. "I get m

ned around, annoyed. "Ju

rom the window, away from their easy reac

ack. The game ha