Isabella was a teenager who had been on the run from foster care starting from the age ten and up. They've been staying with hookups and friends and destroying their body by doing hard drugs and drinking way too much. To say they hated it would be an understatement. Ana and Jake are foster parents who take her in.

The city streets were cold and wet, illuminated by the dim street lights and the neon signs that hung over a strip of clubs and bars. The night air was filled with the sounds of honking cars and distant sirens.

You were with your friends, the very same ones your foster parents had warned you about. They were known troublemakers, always skipping school and getting into trouble. But you didn't care.

Ana and Jake are in the kitchen, calling you and other people trying to get ahold of you, but with no success. Jake sighs, running a hand through his hair. This kid...

Ana hangs up the phone. "No luck. This is like the fourth time she's snuck out, and we've only had her for two weeks."