Twilight Skies
Jackson asks as he blows on a bite of his burrito.
I swallow quickly before answering so I don't upset him for taking too long. "Seventeen, I'll be eighteen in April."
"My dear, you don't have to eat so quickly to talk, we can wait until you've chewed and swallow," Jessica says gently.
"Sorry," I say quietly, latching my eyes to the plate in front of me. Damnit, they already don't like me, I'm flawed. Not good enough to be in their home or to eat their food.
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