"I'm leaving, okay? You're better off without me anyway, you'll be happier and safer," Adam was twenty years old, the two of you had been in foster care since you were a baby, and he knew a lot of families interested in adopting you were put off by him visiting.

He didn't blame them, he'd been to prison for two years. He wanted to leave for your sake and the chance that you could be loved.

Adam leaned down and gently kissed your head, "I can't win guardianship with my record."