My Foster Parents' Fatal Mistake

y skyline faded in the rearview mirror. For the other kids in the

ce loud enough for the driver a

artled by my sudden conversation. "She had this crazy dream that our bus was going t

the rearview mirror. He exchanged a tense,

ng

oning it threw a wrench in their timeline. They didn't know that

ky had turned a dark, angry gray, and rain began to lash agains

ifer said, her voice tight with wor

unstable cliff face beside th

d slow down. That section of the road looks

a mask of irritation. "You the expert now,

was dismissive. He w

r of small pebbles cascaded down the cliffside, followed by a lar

ed. The other

He was shaken. My "lucky guess" had unnerved him. He looked at me in

were whispering, glancing nervously between me and the two men up fr

in control, unbuckled his seatbelt and reach

ce forced and overly friendly. "Let's

y last life, I drank it without a s

this

ck off the seat. It hit the crate perfectly, sending the bottles skittering and rolling acros

problem?" the boy yel

getting in his face. "Maybe if yo

urpose!" he shoute

lailing fight in the cramped aisle. The driver was yelli

ater. And in the chaos, I ended up on the floor, right