Nate
Liah was sitting on the floor, neck craned up as she watched the TV. She was watching some silly cartoon, and though she seemed to look invested, I couldn’t help thinking that she seemed different. Olivia had left her in my care earlier, and I expected she’d call me out to play, but she didn’t. Her usual bubbly self was gone. She was quiet. Quieter than usual. As if something bothered her. She was too young to look that way. Was it because of what happened in her school yesterday?
Olivia had rushed out so quickly today that I couldn’t tell her what had happened when Max picked up Liah from school. She had gotten into a fight with her friends and all of them, including Liah had refused to state the reason for their fight. I guessed that was why she was staying home today.
“Is there
