At 2 P.M., I Walked Into My Parents’ Backyard Expecting To Pick Up My 8-

to Ethan.

“I have to go to my parents’ house,” I said quietly. “Someone needs to be with her, and you’re better at staying calm than I am.”

Ethan searched my face, seeing the storm behind my eyes.

“Liberty, don’t let them drag you down. Remember why you’re doing this.”

“I remember,” I said. “I’m doing it for her.”

On the drive to my parents’ house, I felt continue reading …