"Who I was? She was ten. That girl is gone and I don't want to be her again!" Callie snapped before she could really draw that feeling back. Her fingers played with the gold charm that hung around her neck. The girl who was an easy mark in every foster home she ended up in, the girl who was fighting with... no, no, never again. She'll never go there again. "Both my brothers hate me."

And they're right to...

Her fingers stayed on the necklace as she thought over the words. Aqua wouldn't lie about these sorts of things, it wasn't in her. Not... unless she was much better at it than Callie suspected. And Callie wasn't the easy mark she used to be, Liam taught her that much. "Why? Why do people keep caring..."