"Sweetheart," my mother began.
I braced a hand against the doorframe. "If you're here to ask me to forgive Vivian, you can stop now."
She shook her head, tears falling onto her scarf.
"She's moved into the school dorms. We also made a public statement explaining that you didn't do any of those things."
I was surprised. They had actually been willing to send Vivian away.
Ethan took a paper bag from inside his coat and pulled out the notebook he had torn apart. As he offered it to me, he hid the worst-damaged corner underneath.
"Martha collected all the pieces. It took me two days to put it back together."
I didn't accept it.
He tried to show me the repaired pages, but two were stuck together. He picked at them with his fingernail for a long time, then stopped for fear of tearing the
