Jackson
“When did it get bad?" Kennedy asks.
I inwardly cringe. I introduced John to Taylor. I did nothing when I first witnessed him controlling her, changing her. This will be an excruciating conversation for Taylor and me. Kennedy looks cool and calm in her corner of the sofa. I realize we rehearsed this conversation and brainstormed Taylor's reactions, but I am a nervous wreck while Kennedy seems fine.
“Where to begin..." Taylor repositions herself on the sofa, leaning on the arm. She clutches a blue throw pillow to her chest. I want to be the pillow. I want to be the comfort she needs. I will be. We will be. Kennedy and I are back in her life to stay. I will never let some guy come between the three of us again.
“Last March, I chaperoned the eighth-grade trip to Washington D.C." S
