“There's a problem this time, I think we would be delayed a week.” Amara's mom said through the phone and she nodded, setting her coffee mug in the sink.
“And Leo?” Her mother asked. Amara wanted to tell her to ask him herself but bit the words back at the last moment.
“He's good, I guess.” she answered. Her mother sighed, mentioned a few things, then ended the call.
Amara breathed out and reached for her jacket on the chair. She had not had breakfast yet but she wasn’t dying to. Leo’s door had been closed for two days straight. Was he going through puberty all over again? What was his deal anyway? If not for the occasional sound of footsteps and the door opening and closing, she would have believed he wasn’t even home.
She sighed and stepped outside to school.
The hallway was always
