Maxwell
“Grace, do you mind telling me what’s wrong? I mean, even Charlie realized something is bothering you and she doesn’t pay attention to either of us half the time.”
“I’m going to be leaving for a while.” A tear escapes her eye and runs down her cheek.
“Leaving for where?”
“Home.”
“Home? Why would you go back there? I thought you were haunted enough by the past these last few days. Why make it worse?”
“Cambridge, it’s called Cambridge. Maybe going back will help me move past it all.”
“Cambridge…” I say the word as if it were poison in my mouth, “has been nothing but cruelty and pain for both of us. If you were smart, you wouldn’t go back either.” I don’t mean to insult her in any way, but to bring back such gruesome heartbreaking memories is ridiculous. What type of person wou
