“Hey,” I said gently, crouching down so I wouldn’t tower over her. “That’s a pretty cool jacket.”
She wiped her face quickly, trying to compose herself. “My dad made it,” she said, her voice catching slightly.
“He’s got good taste,” I replied. “And you’ve got a pretty awesome party setup out there.”
She glanced toward the pavilion, then back at the ground. “Nobody’s coming,” she whispered, not as a complaint but as a quiet acceptance.
I didn’t know what to say to that, because some truths don’t leave much room for easy answers.Continue reading…