RIVER
The ride home felt like it lasted forever. And Mrs. Wilson kept up light conversation with Lexi and me, occasionally checking in on how Lexi was feeling.
Lexi sat at the back, and I sat in front with her mother, occasionally staring out the window, still stuck on what she said, already attempting to push Lexi away in my head, though it was better said than done.
When we finally pulled into the driveway, the smell of takeout filled the air, the kind of comfort food meant to patch up a long day. But nothing about me felt patched.
I felt like I was falling apart more with each passing second, despite understanding Mrs. Wilson’s position. I had already allowed myself to hope for the impossible, and now that hope was desperately trying to hold on to me, even as I attempted to suppr
