CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
ADAM’S POV
I’ve never seen a week fly by so fast. Before I know it, it’s Friday morning, and we’re standing in front of the school like two people who’ve lived a hundred lifetimes in just a few days.
Neither Ella nor I had been to school all week. My bruises weren’t bad, but my dad insisted I be admitted for observation anyway. “Just to be sure,” he’d said. But really, he and Mom had been acting like I was made of glass. Overprotective to the extreme, hovering around me like they were scared I’d shatter if the wind blew too hard. Joanne on the other hand refused to leave my side and Ella’s until I was discharged. She’d cry and make wishes to the fairy godmother to make Ella and I well. Ah, to be a kid again.
I’d been discharged on Wednesday. Thursday, I spent most o
