"I'm sorry Devina." I rapidly shook my head.
"Dylan no please," He placed his hands on my shoulders and leveled our eyes.
"You deserve so much more than this. That's one thing I'm absolutely positive about. I'm sorry but she's right kiddo." Then he turned back towards Sydney. "Where is she going? I won't let her go to a bad place. And if she is placed in a bad place, I will come get her." Sydney pulled her tablet back out and typed a few words.
"She'll stay in a temporary home for a few days until we find a more permanent place for her. Don't worry, she will be in good hands." Dylan nodded and stepped over to the side. "Go pack sweetheart." She smiled at me.
~Devina's POV~
With my bags packed, I was now sitting in the back of Sydney's black SUV watching my surroundings blur as we sped down the highway.
"So Devina, what do you like to do?" She chirped, her tone as happy as a kid getting a new puppy. I glared at her through the windshield mirror and she nodded. "Sorry."
A few hours passed before we finally came to a stop outside of a tall office building.
"My birthday is in a couple of months, this really isn't necessary," I spoke as we walked up to the building.
"It's the law." Was her short reply. My mind kept traveling back to one question. About my mom.
"And when did my mother go to jail?" She looked at me through her eyelashes and sighed.
"A couple months ago. A young man brought her in. Told the police what she did. Usually, she wouldn't be convicted right there but when they questioned her she confessed. She must have really felt bad for what she did to you." Sydney opened the door and held it open for me. I played with the hem of my shirt as I thought. Zane was most definitely the one who brought her in, but how he convinced her to confess was still a mind-boggling question I had. Zane. A stray tear escaped my cheek and landed on my thigh. I want him out of my mind. "Ready?" She softly asked, receiving a curt nod in response.
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