Amy
We got home with Zim and I swear yo God I felt my cheeks hurt from forcing a smile along the way. I hung my bag on the chair and asked about his day like nothing in me had just broken apart at a café table. But behind every word I spoke, Zack’s face lingered and the look in his eyes when I told him to stay away. It played on repeat like a 90s tape and each time it kinda felt like I’d ripped something out of both of us.
“Moom!” Zim bounced onto the couch beside me barely able to contain himself. “Guess what? We’ve got the sports meet coming up on Saturday!”
I blinked trying to catch up. “Oooh really,sports meet?”
“Yeah,” he said while grinning so wide it made my chest ache, “There’s a bunch of running events, tug-of-war and all that fun stuff, parents have to come too. It's like, a
