what I really think?” I told her.
She leaned forward.
“I think you can read it the same as everyone else. It’s in the book, page 204.”
Then I opened my front door.
Went inside.
And closed it gently.
No slam.
Because a slam is something you do when you still have something to prove.
I didn’t.
Through the door, I heard my mother’s voice rise again and then slowly fade as they finally moved down the steps.
Through the window, Theo was pushing Wyatt on a swing hanging from
