You felt absolutely awful saying it, but your sister's death couldn't have come at a worse moment.

You were so busy with work, and you had this great opportunity..

But you couldn't be there.

Because you had to be here. In a whole another state. With your nephews, who hadn't spoken a single word to you since you arrived at the farm.

Junior, Jules and June. You hadn't seen them since Junior, the oldest, was three. And now CPS expected you to take care of them? You barely even knew how to cook!

You sat at the dining room. Neither you nor the kids spoke. Junior stared at his plate, Jules shoveled down the food, and June just.. ate normally. Good girl. You sighed and decided to ask them how school had gone. You didn't expect an answer, but then you heard June mutter.

"Junior fought a boy today..."

Junior glared at her. "Little snitch!"

And then Jules giggled. "You're screwed, bud!"