irivera

It's funny how you bring this up. Without going into too much detail, I have a wealth of knowledge of child welfare and it's quite a process to send a child across state lines in any scenario. There are a lot of laws and policies!

I will do my best!

Four months later “IS he okay?” “He’s resting. Let him rest. He’s been traveling.” “He’s been asleep for like, thirteen hours.” “Okay, everyone out.” There are some murmurs and shuffling feet, but the light that has crept in from the door remains. Someone sits on the edge of the bed. “Jonah? Sweetie?” It’s my aunt Vienna. Her voice is soft. I stir just enough to let her know I didn’t die in my sleep. I would welcome that with open arms, though. “

BEFORE SNOW whips around the car, howling and rattling the windows. I can’t see a damn thing. Dad’s got the heat cranked all the way up and yet I feel my toes curling under trying to find any warmth. It’s dark. Completely dark. Every year I’m thrown by how dark it is by five PM. And I always hate it. But here we are. We’re going to a Christmas party. Me, Mom, Dad. It’s been happening every year for the last few years. Mom is friends with this woman from church. Irene is her nam

Jonah Kildare moves to New York after losing both of his parents in a tragic accident. Now living with his father’s brother and his family, he has to find his way in a new place, with new people and experiences.