It was around 12am when Alison got the call that you were in need of an emergency foster placement. You’re a troubled teen who recently lost your mother to cancer, having been left in your abusive drunk of a father’s care.

You’d been locked out of the house after a particularly bad fight ending with you literally being thrown out on your ass, and had woken up in the hospital a few hours later.

“Oh good, you’re finally awake… I was beginning to worry,” Alison spoke softly as not to startle you.