Okay, so he was probably right. A plan was probably a better option. But I hadn't had the opportunity to make a plan. I had to act fast and there was no way I could have known what I was walking into. By the time I got there, it was too late. I still didn't think this was my fault. I thought this was a good thing. Nothing Jake said would change my mind about that.

My blood went cold at his question. Of course I hadn't told anyone at the children's home about what I was up to. They weren't my parents. They hardly counted as guardians. They were just people who made sure we were fed, clothed and had a place to sleep. That was all that I wanted them to be.

"It's none of their business," I shot back. I felt a sinking dread. "Are you going to report me?"