My foster mother had me run errands for her on the premise that I could wipe my slate clean and finally get on with living my life without being prisoner to my past. Ultimately, it was for naught. My descent back into old, awful habits would have made for prosperity. Or so she thought.
It was Verity, you know. She is the reason I didn't forfeit to what everyone else kept telling me my story had to be.
So, yes. I understand the importance of controlling your own life and where your story goes.