“I can’t believe Justin’s parents apologized to me,” Amy said as we prepared for our graduation ceremony in a school bathroom.
“From the angry look in Mrs. Brown’s eyes while they were walking over to us, I thought I was in trouble,” Amy giggled. Instead, she said, ‘For Justin’s sake, I’d like to start our relationship over.’”
“I'm glad the Browns decided to listen to Alex and be nice to you.” I straightened my cap over my hair. “You didn’t need any stress from them at your birthday ball. Meeting your biological father was enough drama on top of your first shift.”
“It’s weird. I don’t think of Andrew Archer as my father,” Amy told me as we pulled on our caps and gowns in a school bathroom. “I mean, I have his genes and everything, but Elliot Gray will always be my real father.”
“Good.
