Chapter 9

This kid was a handful. He’d been on the streets a while, smoked like a fiend, and had attitude to spare. He was sarcastic, rude, and pushed people’s buttons. Shelby was only sixteen, but life had treated him pretty badly, and when Jacob looked into his eyes, he would swear the youth had lived a much longer life. Shelby didn’t want to be at the shelter and made it well known.

Jacob worried he would run, but after a few days, he saw that something kept him there. Possibly the security of a bed and three meals was enough to make Shelby stay for now, but he still refused to talk in group and didn’t try to make friends.