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“No!” Henry growled, glaring at Makayla’s stubborn, bruised face. “You are not quitting. We’ll put you in another school.”
“No way, old man, I’m not going back, period,” she retorted, folding her arms across her chest. “Either I go back to Tampa or I drop out.”
“You can’t go back yet,” Henry snapped, running his hand through his hair. “Your mom isn’t ready. She needs more time.”
Makayla scowled at her grandfather. “You think I don’t know that?” she asked in a bitter voice. “When did you two start talking and agreeing with each other?”
Makayla was very much aware that her mom needed more time. Her conversation with her mom last night had been strained at best. Teresa had begged Makayla to try to understand, to try to be patient, to please give her a little more time. Makayla had fin
