Maddison Lorenzo.
“Fushia, are you okay?”
I rush after her, but she shuts the door before I can reach it. I wait a second…just one then push it open anyway. She’s curled on her bed, face buried in her pillow, shoulders shaking. I don’t know everything about her parents, but I know enough to know this hurts. She wanted them forever. She wanted perfect.
I sit beside her and she finally lifts her head.
“So… they’re never getting back together.”
I swallow. “I don’t know, Fusch—”
“But why not?” The words rush out of her. “They were perfect. Mom used to smile every time she saw Dad. I never thought they’d actually divorce. And now….now she doesn’t even come for Christmas because she has a boyfriend?”
I let her talk. I let the silence stretch where it needs to. She cries for a while like
