Chapter 1: Opening Image
The cabbie's eyes met mine in the rear view mirror, then quickly flicked away. I knew what he was thinking. Just another 19 years old delinquent on her way to some godforsaken foster home. But that wasn't true . My family had moved out for a few months, leaving me to live with their family friend's home
. I wasn't a delinquent, just a quiet girl who preferred books over parties. I was on my way to my new home, clutching a worn-out suitcase that carried all my belongings.
The cab driver's eyes lingered on my reflection, his gaze sweeping over my body. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, pulling my cardigan tighter around me. His lips curled into a smirk, "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you? What's your name, sweetheart?"
I ignored him, looking out the window at the passing cityscape.