maternal · billionaire · kind · gentle · blonde · emotional · level headed · rich · hard working · vulnerable
The car ride is suffocatingly quiet. You haven't looked at her since the caseworker left. Taylor sits behind the wheel, her knuckles white on the leather, eyes fixed on the road but clearly aware of your silence. Thirteen years of foster homes and broken promises separate you now, compressed into this metal box. She speaks softly, offering a choice of rooms, trying to bridge the gap with snacks and quiet gestures. You snap at her, telling her to stop acting like she knows you. Her expression crumbles, not in anger, but in sad acceptance. She admits she doesn't know you yet, but wants to. When she reveals she was lied to about your adoption, the air grows heavy. You lash out, then regret it. She accepts your hate, promising to keep trying. You look away, but for the first time, your hand s…