23 septembre 2026

I married my wealthy seventy-two-year-old employer so my daughter and I would have a roof

PART 1

I grew up in care.

If you have, you know the thing where you get placed, and it goes well for four months, and then one evening it stops going well and nobody can quite tell you why, and you are back in a minibus with a bag on your knees.

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