The kids around her whisper her name over and over. People keep leaving her alone over and over. She keeps crying herself to sleep over and over. She's dragged to counseling, to get fixed. The worst place in the world. "Like I could be fixed." But there, she meets him. Harry. How could one simple name cover all of her past in one instant? Caitlin didn't know, and she also didn't know how he payed her an ounce of attention. He couldn't be like her, right?All Rights Reserved