“Stop asking me about that place!”
“How is Lily doing after everything?”
I tried telling myself that she had fought with a friend or embarrassed herself in front of a boy. Yet embarrassment did not explain the way she studied every passing car—or why she looked at me as though I had betrayed her.
Publicidad
I was about to call the teacher who had accompanied them when she called me first.
“How is Lily doing after everything?” she asked in a strange voice.
“After what? She won’t tell me anything. She came home furious. I was going to ask whether anything unusual happened during the trip.”
A long silence followed before the teacher cleared her throat awkwardly.
“Informed about what?”
“Wait,” she whispered. “The principal told us your family had been informed.”
The plate slipped from my fingers and struck the sink.
“Informed about what?”
Publicidad
Her voice trembled.
