Andrew Lieberman
I dropped my family off at the airport, promising to call them more often and to stop by to visit when I'm near home after away games. After kissing my mother one last time and giving Dad a warm hug, they climbed into their plane and headed back home.
I chuckled and drove back home, thinking of Amalia. She looked like a fish out of water, and I could tell she was worried about Piper. I wonder what could have happened to my downstairs neighbor. I arrived home and parked. I hesitated on where I should go. I wanted to give Amalia space, but I also had an urgent need to hold her near.
Against my better judgment, I pressed Piper´s floor. When the elevator opened, I stepped out and hesitated on how to knock on Piper´s door and interrupt their girl talk. Gosh! I am becoming
