Page 6 - My FlipBook

Tash McAdam

Door closed and case closed. In front
of Jason, on the sad, small bed in the
sad, small room, is everything Becca left

behind. Two boxes—a whole life—and
Jason’s hope for a future. He is about to
age out of the foster-care system. In four
months, when he turns eighteen, he’ll be
booted out of the group home. Maybe
onto the street. Becca was supposed to
be here. Becca was supposed to take
care of him. But all that’s left of Becca
are these two boxes.

It’s hard to breathe. His binder must
be too tight. His chest feels like it’s
collapsing. It takes him three tries to get
his shirt off. He pulls off the material
crushing his breasts down flat and
throws it on the old blanket on the bed.
He feels better, but barely.

Two years on testosterone, male
hormones, has changed Jason. It’s
made his shoulders wider, his jaw
bigger and his body hairier. But without

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