Lila
The ride home was almost painfully quiet.
Not because it was awkward. Shawn had never been the kind of person who felt the need to fill every silence with conversation. Tonight, I was grateful for that. My thoughts were loud enough without either of us adding to them.
Every few minutes I’d catch him glancing in my direction, like he wanted to ask if I was okay, but he never did. I appreciated that more than I could explain.
I didn’t have an answer.
How was I supposed to explain that I suddenly felt like someone had taken my entire childhood, shaken it upside down, and handed it back to me in pieces?
Mrs. Mathews had looked at me with concern.
Mrs. Boutros had looked at me with concern.
Shawn had looked at me with concern.
Three people.
Three completely different people.
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