I had no idea what Rosie wanted me to do and I was a little angry that she had moved out of the Home. I recognized this was unfair, that she was allowed to have her own life and do what she wanted. Her having her own apartment now didn't mean we wouldn't see each other anymore, but I knew it meant we would see each other less and I didn't like that.

This was Peter's doing, too, I thought. I had lived with the other boys for such a long time that the very idea of living on my own turned my stomach and Rosie moving out only served to remind me that in a little over a year, I would have to do the same.

Still, she needed help and she was my friend, so went to the address she provided and knocked on the door.