No.
Tears streamed down Adlyn's face. She was lying. She had to be lying. She couldn't have epilepsy.
Her foster mom came in and sat next to Adlyn. "I'm sorry," she said and hugged Adlyn, who squeezed back for all she was worth.
"She's going to die, isn't she, Isabel?" Adlyn said. She was still at the stage where she didn't call Isabel "auntie" or "mom" yet, just Isabel.
"No, love, she won't," Isabel promised. "Not until she is old anyway."
"I already lost Mom," she sobbed.
"You didn't lose her remember. She just doesn't want to deal with the strain right now. She hasn't seen you in 4 years going on 5," Isabel said gently.
"Why doesn't she just take me back! I mean Issy, I love you but why?"
Isabel didn't say anything, she just held Adlyn close. My poor baby, she thought sadly. Not even mine but I love her and it's gonna be next to impossible to say goodbye.
Nearly impossible. But NOT impossible.
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Teen FictionTrigger warning. THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE 4K VIEWS EVERYONE!!! IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME! LOVE YOU ALL. undergoing editing
