Her name was Shannon Evans, but that wasn't her name in the beginning.
Both her parents were workers, and her father had to undergo dialysis twice a week, the family was poor, and her mother favored boys over girls. When she was twelve, a generous philanthropist sponsored their family. That summer, her parents sent her to live with the philanthropist as a foster daughter. Her mother said she was lucky to be able to live in a big house.
One rainy night, the philanthropist came to her room to have a heart-to-heart talk, saying he sympathized with her and wanted to cherish her.
She grabbed a pencil and stabbed the philanthropist in the corner of his eye, then opened the second-floor window and jumped without hesitation. It was raining outside, and when she fell, the splashing rainwater dirtied a pair of shoes, a boy's shoes, white shoes.
She looked up.
The owner of the shoes squatted down, tilting his umbrella towards her, "Need help?"