“Grief isn’t weakness. It’s love with no place to go.”
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~ Elizabeth ~
“So, you had dinner with his family yesterday?” Evie asked as we ate lunch in the cafeteria the next day.
It was another oddly peaceful day at school. Too peaceful. And I couldn’t help but find it strange. Had I just gotten used to the bullying? Or was this new calm simply... boring?
“Yup,” I replied.
“What were they like?” she asked, just as I scooped a spoonful of Irish potatoes into my mouth.
“Well, his little sister, Princess, is super cute. His brother is quiet, but also really adorable. His dad barely spoke a word the entire meal, but I have a feeling he’s the type who silently observes—someone who studies people.”
“Like a clinical psychologist?” she suggested with a grin.
I chuckled. “Exactly.”
“Okaay
