Then she said, “All right.”
I thanked her and hung up.
That was the only call I made.
I didn’t expose anyone.
That was the only call I made.
I didn’t send photographs.
I didn’t ask my parents to take sides.
I just refused to let Kai tell them what I supposedly felt.
The afternoon passed slowly.
At six, I tried eating a sandwich.
I didn’t send photographs.
I managed two bites.
At seven, my phone began vibrating.
First Molly.
Then Kai.
Then Molly again.
I didn’t answer.
A message appeared.
MOLLY: What did you tell your mother?
I didn’t answer.
Another followed.
KAI: Call me. NOW.
I set the phone facedown.
Twenty minutes later, someone pounded on my front door.
I looked through the peephole.
Molly stood on the porch, pale and clutching her phone.
Someone pounded on my front door.
Kai was beside her, his nostrils flared and his face flushed.
