Chapter 8The news Cheryl gave me hit hard, as hard as the smack of cold pavement against my back the night I fell down the stairs. She’d been suspicious, she told me, had been for days, but even once her suspicions were confirmed, she couldn’t say anything. Now, she had to.
Exiting the bus like a gymnast, sticking the landing with one swoop from the floor to pavement, I skipped the steps completely, not giving my injury a second or even first thought in my rush to get to Finn. As I made my way to the rear of the terminal, so far from where the bus sat outside, too far from the entrance, I walked without crutches. I ran. The place was huge. I’d never even been all the way to the back. Bench after bench, door after door, bathroom after bathroom, decoration on the walls I didn’t even look at
