Ryder has been a foster kid his whole life. he’s used to coming and going. so wherever he ends up, he knows he won’t be staying long enough to make long lasting friends. so he does things. reckless things.

he sat, quietly eating grilled chicken at the dining table of his current foster parents suburban home. their toddler babbled on. the couple, Tracy and Matt, ate and talking. then Matt turned his head and smiled at Ryder.