Quinn Clark had no memories of her parents beyond photos and stories. A tornado took them when she was four, flattening their home. After that, she bounced through foster homes—some okay, most not, a few cruel. She learned to stay quiet, pack light, and never get attached. Hope only led to hurt. By fourteen, she'd lost count of the placements. She no longer expected kindness, let alone permanence. But in one unexpected home, with quiet patience and space, she began to wonder if she could stay.