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I went home. The driveway was filled with cars, but one stopped me in my tracks. Their car was in driveway. A fleeting question flashed in my head. When had they sent that email? But it didn’t matter. They were here.
They were in Jesse’s house.
My house.
I wasn’t supposed to create a scene. As I remembered that part of the email, my eyes narrowed to slits, and my jaw firmed. I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. As I walked into Jesse’s house, I didn’t expect a crowd around them. Tiffany. Cord. Some girl whose hand he was holding. Derek and Kara. And at the same table, across from my parents was Jesse. His grin couldn’t stretch wider.
He loved them. They were his idealized image of what parents should be, but they weren’t real.
I lost what every teenager should have. Par
