Amy’s POV
The only problem with my plan to try to do something to help my parents was that Stacy and I still weren’t really talking to each other. I didn’t like it, but since our argument about whether or not Mom and Dad were breaking up, we’d only really been around each other when we had to be – in the car to school and at family meals.
I already missed her more than anything in the world. She was my best friend, and we’d been together since we were babies. Every day, nearly every moment. It wasn’t like we had never fought before, but it was never anything like this. Typically, we’d make up within an hour, or at the very least the day.
It had been several days now, and everything hurt. I wanted my sister and my best friend. But I wasn’t going to admit she was right about Mom and Dad.
