Kari Kennedy was packing up her belongings one last time as she had aged out of the foster system, and the foster family, the Roberts, and they had taken her in for the check. It wasn't like she had a lot to pack, because everything fit in one duffle bag that the foster family before the Roberts gave her, the Parsons, so that she wouldn't have to use a black trash bag anymore. She wasn't sure where she was going to go; she knew that she could stay with her best friend Serena and her family, but Kari would only feel like she was using her. It wasn't like she had any family to go to, as she was told a long time ago that she was found in a dumpster behind a crack house. Which meant that no one knew who her family was. And she couldn't stay in the foster care system like a lot of people her age, because she aged out during the summer, so she couldn't use school to save her.

After looking around at what used to be her room, she could say that she would miss it, but that would be a lie. The only thing she would miss was the security of a bed, since it certainly wasn't safe. As there was nothing safe about Joseph Roberts, and she feared for the future foster children they took in, especially if they were girls.

"Who did you give our address to, girl?" Patience Roberts stopped her before she reached the front door, and despite her name, she was anything but that.

"No one," Kari answered honestly, because it wasn't like she had anyone who would send her anything.

"Liar," Patience hissed before she shoved a small padded envelope in her hand and stooped away like a toddler.

Whatever it was, she would have to look later, because she needed to get out of this damn house, because Kari didn't want to spend another minute there.