“Those people are so damn stupid!” Clara shakes her head, looking just as disappointed as I feel.
I look out the window of her kitchen and try to find relief in the fact that Zeke doesn’t look as bothered by the rejection from the school.
He’s playing with Clara’s daughter, Ivy. The two of them are only months apart and love playing together.
I look back at Clara. “There’s nothing we can do now.”
“Or maybe we can,” she suggests, but not in the way you might think. Clara is the kind of person who isn’t afraid to show rebellion if she thinks it’s needed. She is bold, blunt, and not at all afraid of confrontation—something I have always aspired to be but could never become.
I’m too soft for this world, she says. And maybe she’s right.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I ask, most
