Everyone was moving on. Except Molly, apparently. Her mother's new rule, no more secrets, didn't apply if there were no confidences to keep. Molly packed for school, even though she still had plenty of time. She ate cold cereal or microwave pizza. She went for walks. Caught up on books, TV shows. Every sound she made seemed to echo. She did nothing yet felt unbelievably tired. Was this depression? Molly didn't think it was, but she thought the Internet might disagree.
Molly was about to take a nap when she heard the garage door open. She was still in the living room, and she sat up on the couch attentively, like a dog waiting for her master. It was Lexi.
The tall brunette waved at her sister as she came up the stairs from the garage.
"How was school?" Molly asked.
"Actually, pretty awe
