In her fearless and often shamelessly dark humor, Skye presents the paradox of the voiceless child in her own ordeal and demonstrates how even the best studied of places can hide terrible practices.
In spite of the open door and my nakedness, I wasn't going to look weak. I held her gaze. These people weren't going to break me after all I had already been through.
I had it down to the perfect science. My game was to play adorable and get everyone to want to protect me. I was doing well. I called for a smoke break and we all filed out. Cisco pressed his body hard against mine into a corner. What was he doing?!
"Honey, listen. It's not ok. We are homeless. None of us know what is going to happen to us and most of us would rather not know what already has. You won't survive unless you can have something normal.