Meet Kate.

Kate Holman

I’m mystified by this woman. She’s obviously a bazillionaire after he husband died and left her a huge fortune. She could be lying on beaches in the Mediterranean. Why is she investing so much time, effort and money in us—a bunch of young people who have been in a lot of trouble or had a really rough start in life?   

I guess she has her own reasons, and one of them has to be she has such a bright, kind, giving spirit. When you’re with her you just feel good. You feel important and like you’re worth somebody spending a lot of money on, to help make your life better. 

I don’t believe in religions, but if I did, I’d say this woman is some kind of saint. 

I can say this place—Lost Lake—is the first place I’ve felt like I have a home since mine was ripped away from me all those years ago. On the other hand, that scares me. I don’t want to trust it. Like everything else, it feels like it could be taken away from me. 

If my parents in prison and a prosecutor in DC have any hand in it, I could be yoinked out of here and dragged back to DC at any moment.