« Maybe some. But most of them love you. Chloe’s been texting you every day for a year. »
« Because it’s the color of armor. »
She laughed, and it was the first real laugh I had heard from her in months.
« Chloe told me she picked out her graduation shoes based on whether they’d match my scarf. »
« See? You have people. »
« I have people, » she repeated, like she was testing the words for weight.
Later that afternoon, the rehearsal call came.
Lily kissed my cheek and left through the front door with her silver scarf catching the sunlight.
I had no idea she would come back home in tears.
She would come back home in tears.
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