Luna’s POV
I swallow hard, the memories of that room overwhelming me, the single bulb that was used to light the entire space, the smell of unwashed skin and urine that came from a bucket in the corner that we were expected to use when we were locked in the basement each night.
‘We lived in the basement,’ I whisper hoarsely, ‘six foster kids, crammed into that space that had bare walls and dirty mattresses on the floor. We weren't family. We weren’t saved, we were cheap labour. Servants meant to keep the place running while they pocketed the state checks.’
‘The day started at five in the morning. While her real children slept in warm beds, the six of us were dragged out of the basement by Celia and put to work. We scrubbed floors with buckets of ice cold water until our knuckles bled, s
