Wendy
I froze in my tracks.
"I am not crying." William said. His tiny voice shook, but I could tell he was trying so desperately to sound brave.
"Yes, you are." The voice taunted.
“No.” William protested.
"Then why are you even sitting here by yourself? The photographer is calling families." Another voice said.
"I am waiting for my Daddy.” William’s voice sounded so small. "He is coming."
"My mom said your dad is too busy for you." The second, meaner voice chimed in. "And your mom never comes to anything anyway."
My chest tightened. I crept forward, peering through a small gap in the thick green leaves.
My heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces.
William was sitting on a stone bench backed against the brick wall of the school. He was clutching a piece of construction pa
