Chapter Two
Hannah
April
Choose to be the new girl in town at your peril. I get now why Mom never lived farther than twenty minutes from the house she was born in. Looking around my empty living room, the balloons in the corners mocked my solitude. The food on the kitchen table sat untouched, a chocolate cake still pristine in the center.
Someone knocked on the front door. Thank God. I checked my watch and opened the door. “Marcy!” Fifteen minutes late, but at least someone showed up.
Thank GodsomeoneShe shoved a present into my hands. “Hi, Hannah, sorry I can’t stay, but I wanted to give you this so you wouldn’t think I forgot.” She smiled, ran back down the driveway to her Honda, and zipped away, waving through the window.
Wow. Even my best friend—rethinking that title now—couldn’t
