She started crying.
“Can we please talk inside?”
She started crying.
“Not tonight. I’ll contact you about collecting your things.”
Kai stepped forward again.
“And where are we supposed to go?”
I looked at my brother.
“You two seem very good at finding rooms together.”
“Where are we supposed to go?”
I closed the door.
Then I stood in the hallway, listening until their car pulled away.
My hands were shaking.
I walked toward the stairs.
Molly’s shoes were still beside the front door.
I sat down on the bottom step.
For several minutes, I couldn’t bring myself to move them.
My hands were shaking.
Three days later, Mom asked me to visit.
Dad was waiting at the kitchen table.
“We’re terribly sorry about Molly,” Mom said.
“Thank you.”
“But Kai’s made a terrible mistake. We can’t let this tear the family apart.”
“We’re terribly sorry about Molly.”
