Jane’s Stance

The next day, Mother calls her sister Karen to tell her about my situation.

“How is it, Mother?” I ask eagerly.

“She accepts,” she smiles. I can tell she isn’t entirely happy.

“I’m sorry, Mother.”

She pulls me into a hug. We are both silent as she caresses my hair. “You don’t have to apologize. They bully you. It’s time to leave this horrible pack.”

“Thank you, Mother.”

“I will be right back, darling.” I’m packing my bag when my mother walks into my room.

“Hi, baby, are you done packing your bags?” she asks, perching on the edge of my bed.

“Almost, Mother,” I reply.

“I hope...