She took a breath and shook her head. “Sorry, it’s still really hard to think about. Abi and my Aunt Esme got me through that first semester. These days, I just try to remember the good times we had when I was younger instead of that.”
“I see,” I said as a growing sense of dread crept in. She doesn’t know. I doubted “I’m adopted” was a typical conversation opener, but I suspected Celeste would’ve mentioned it by now. She was the one who really wanted answers.
I licked my lips, uncertain how I ought to proceed with this. Usually, I would simply share the truth. It wasn’t as if I’d made it up, after all, and I wasn’t responsible either for how someone else received the news, but — I didn’t want this to be any more painful than it already was.
Perhaps the news wouldn’t be as difficult to d
