Chapter 4

It was Lena's voice, high and wild with terror. "Samuel, I really don't want to see my foster parents. They're going to take me back. I just know it."

The three brothers were doing everything they could to restrain her as she spiraled out of control. The anguish in their eyes was impossible to miss.

By the time I made my way downstairs in my wheelchair, every gaze in the room had turned to me.

Lena, her hair a mess, rushed over and dropped to her knees in front of me. "Claire, you look so much like me. Why don't…