Chapter 4

After a long day, I almost passed out at the front door.

Before I could go in, Mom came out. That never happened.

She smiled and handed me a bowl of soup. "You must be tired. I just made this. Hurry and drink it, Talia."

It smelled really rich. Like meat.

A cold feeling ran through me.

They always said we were too poor for meat. Said it would spoil me. We never had any when I was around.

I frowned. "What kind of soup is this?"

She held the bowl, still chewing, with a little piece of meat stuck in her teeth. "That mutt wouldn't leave, so your dad had me cook it. It tastes pretty good."

It felt like something exploded in my head.

I dropped to the floor.

I couldn't feel anything.

Rusty was dead.

My Rusty.

He came to take me home. Now he wasn't coming back.

Dad looked happy. "See? You only think about that dog. At your age, what future do you have playing with a dog all day?"

Something blew up inside me.

I ran over and flipped the table.

The soup was still boiling, but I didn't care. I shoved my hands in and tried to find Rusty's bones.

I cried so loud. "Rusty, Rusty, I couldn't protect you!"

My hands started blistering right away. Mom screamed and tried to pull me back.

I couldn't hold on.

I fell to the floor and threw up blood.

I just lay there.

Everything got darker.

Only one thought stayed.

'I'm finally gonna be free.'

***

When I woke up, I was in a hospital room.

Outside, Dad was yelling at a doctor. "That's impossible. Talia's always been healthy. How can she only have a few days left?"

The doctor's voice turned cold. "I have nothing to say to parents like you. Her broken leg is badly infected. It smells. When we cleaned it, there were maggots. Didn't you know? In this heat, she came in wearing a thick coat, covered in injuries. Do you have any idea how much pain she's been in?"

Mom couldn't take it. She dropped to her knees and cried.

"I don't believe it!" Dad shouted. "We have money. We can treat her! Dr. Seymour, use the best medicine. We have money!"

His voice echoed down the hall. The nurses started whispering.

"Did you see what she had on under that jacket? It's all ripped. She looks poor. What money do they have for the best medicine?"

"She came here alone a few days ago. When we asked her to pick a prosthetic, she said she couldn't afford one."

"I saw her grab a tree branch outside and tie it to her leg. No rich kid lives like that."

...

Another doctor spoke real quiet. "Stop. They're the richest family in Northport. When they showed up, even the hospital director came out. I heard they bought their adopted daughter a super expensive necklace. Who knew they were hurting their real daughter?"

"What kind of parents are they?"

The nurses crowded by the door. They looked angry on my behalf.

Dad still didn't believe Dr. Seymour. He rushed in and yanked my blanket back.

Below my left thigh, there was nothing. Just bad flesh and blood.

Mom screamed and dropped next to my bed. She couldn't stop crying.

Dad grabbed my hand. It was shaking. "Talia, it's okay. We'll fix it. We'll go to the best hospital."

I let out a small, bitter laugh. "Aren't we poor? Do we have money for that?"

Tears ran down his face. "Don't worry. We're rich. The richest family in Northport."

I laughed again. It felt cold, and my chest hurt.

"I know, Mr. Tayler. The day you gave Nina that necklace, I saw it. I was digging through the trash behind the hotel for food."