Marcus called it off for the day so I stood up from the floor where I had been crying, my legs trembled a little, it was not from exhaustion, but from the power that had just spilled out of me. I looked at the cracked floor under our feet still and it reminded me of what I’d done.
“That’s enough for today,” Marcus said firmly, his hand resting briefly on my shoulder. “Go inside. We’ll talk.”
I followed him back into the house, my nerves were fuzzy. He set a glass of water in front of me at the table, and was watching me until I took a sip. His gaze was steady, sharp, but not it wasn't unkind.
“So,” he began, leaning back in his chair, “you want to tell me what’s going on at school? Because that,” he gestured vaguely toward the field, “didn’t come out of nowhere. You don’t just fight lik
