My Foster Parents' Fatal Mistake

ted us, throwing me back i

d, his face inches from mine. "Are

eigning sullenness

ater on the floor. His plan was ruined. He sat

or. "Your foster dad, Rufus, he said you were a smart kid. A bit of a troublemaker,

ance. Time to

looking out for themselves. I heard them talking last night. Something about a rival crew, how the

spot, a lie tailored to

le

arrowed. They were thinking about it. They knew Rufus was greedy. The idea t

tal clock on the van'

und, just past the exit for a town that didn't matter. In my p

g brighter through the sheeting rain. A major pile-up. A jackknifed t

wn, but it was too late to avoid the chaos c

as my

whole body felt electr

aster ahead, I lunged forward. I grabbed the steering

screamed in pure terror. The driver yell

m the pile-up, and slammed head-

in front of me, and the world exploded in a flash of white. But I had contr