Sage's Point of View...
I stared at the text from my boyfriend. Two words. That's all he sent. There was no explanation of what he meant or asking how I was. Something was indeed very wrong. I knew River was keeping something from me. I sighed deeply. Yet another secret kept from me by someone I loved.
As we searched for a dress in my closet for tomorrow's formal dinner, my grandmother and I discussed how I felt about confronting my Mom and Dad and the betrayal I felt from their actions. That was one of the beautiful things about my relationship with my Grandma; she listened when I shared things with her and never judged me. We had actual, meaningful conversations. My grandmother had assured me that in time, I'd be able to have the same kind of conversations with my Mom and Dad again. I
