Page 67 of Saint

Kip pulls up on the wide drive of a big house. It’s a new house and is bigger than anywhere I’ve lived before. “I take up a lot of space.” He grins when he sees me take it all in.

“It’s lovely,” I say quietly. Then the front door opens and a man I guess is Robin stands there. He’s smaller than Kip but still looks like he knows his way around their gym.

“Ready?”

I nod, but I’m not sure I am. Too late now, I think.

“Oh, look at you, those animals should be strung up by their balls.” Robin holds my arms gently as he looks me over. “You’ll be beautiful again in no time. Come on in and meet our kids.” He kisses my cheek softly.

There are three boys inside, and all are grinning at me. I didn’t know how many foster kids they had. One is my age, maybe even a little older than me.

“Royal, this is Saint, Knox, and Drake.”

I only have to look at Saint to know I’ve found my person. My best friend.