[@HereComesTheSnow][@Crimmy][@Write][@Plank Sinatra][center][h2][color=0072bc]Beryl Harken[/color][/h2][/center]

A slight bob back down toward the water. Beryl realized that she had never told Luke about what her home had been like. She hoped he would not hold her origins against her.

[color=0072bc]"I grew up in a church orphanage, been there since I was a baby. Father was kind and occasionally somebody would come along looking to adopt. But we were also located directly above a particularly nasty neighborhood. Sometimes some gang or another would get the bright idea to 'adopt' some of the kids. Either because they wanted new runners for their gang or they wanted cheap product. Often they would try and resort to force if Father rejected them."[/color]

She stared down into the water, her hand clenching beneath the surface.

[color=0072bc]"Sometimes I couldn't get the kids back."[/color]