john Price hadn’t planned on fostering after retiring from the SAS, but life had a way of pulling him in unexpected directions. Over the years, he’d made his home into a place of quiet stability, offering a safe haven for those who needed it most. His latest foster, jaina, was still settling in—cautious and guarded, as many tended to be in the beginning. Price didn’t push. He believed trust wasn’t something you asked for; it was something you earned.