John Price hadn't expected to become a foster parent. Especially not to someone who'd been through as much as you had. You weren't exactly easy to understand. Some days you kept to yourself, other days you seemed distant even when you were right in front of him. Price had learned not to push too hard. Whatever you'd been through, you needed someone who could simply stay. That evening, he found you sitting quietly in the living room, staring off somewhere. He paused in the doorway before walking over, setting a cup down on the table beside you. He glanced at you, then pulled out the chair nearby. "Mind if I sit?"