Isabel, you doing okay over here?" Pam's voice pulled me out of my head as I stacked the last set of raffle tickets on the table. I looked up and gave her a tired smile.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just hanging in there." I looked around the school gym-full of parents and teachers and kids-bubbling with enthusiasm. The big annual fundraiser was in full voice, and somehow, I had signed up to volunteer for everything: raffle tickets, bake sale, the kids' games table. It was chaos, but I knew I'd regret it if I didn't show up for Hazel. It wasn't like I had anything better to do.
Pam leaned her head to one side, noticing chiselled exhaustion on my face. "You sure? You don't look it. If you need a break, just holler."
I waved her off. "Nah, I'm good. Just got to power through, you know? Hazel has real
