Okay, that drained me. I turned around and leaned on the sink, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. “So, this foster home is a couple of hours north of here. Who’s up for a road trip?”
The looks I got ranged from confusion to pure WTF?
Jonathan was the first to speak. “Patch?”
“Where’d this come from?” Cristian stood from the couch, where he and Lala were talking costumes or something.
“Our chat in the car helped. But I don’t want to be like my mom, just throwing me away with barely a care. I want to see her myself before I sign her away. Maybe she’ll get lucky and get a good family.”
“She?” Dean said from my other side.