Hated being vulnerable to the things others said and did. Being quiet came naturally, but he still felt things on the inside. He was good at not getting close to people. He still hadn’t gotten the hang of not letting things in. Mateo groaned, the sound penetrating the armor Josiah fought so hard for. I’m sure you’ll love hanging out with each other.” Mateo didn’t reply, just ran a hand through his coal-black hair. He got shipped around too often to call anything his. “Hi.” So he didn’t have to look at Mateo, Josiah studied Molly, the wall, the door, the bed he sat on but didn’t call his own. He figured the best thing to do was not draw attention to himself where Mateo was concerned-not that he ever liked to draw attention to himself. Josiah didn’t want to study them too much. His arms were showing, long and muscular with a few tattoos here and there. He’s going to be staying with us.” Mateo didn’t look at Josiah as his foster mom introduced them. The guy looked like he wanted to rip someone’s head off.
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