Renee’s POV
I pull up to the school parking lot and before I can put the car in park, my passenger door swings open. Debbie plops herself down in the front seat with a huff. I look at her taken back, why is she in such a mood?
My mind runs countless scenarios in my head where something wrong could’ve happened today which jumpstarts my anxiety.
Maybe she transformed at school, maybe she had another illness attack. I start to rethink this whole kindergarten idea, maybe Margaux does homeschooling and can teach Debbie. Would that be fair? Does it matter?
“I want to join the soccer team,” Debbie insists. Oh, that’s what her mood is about.
“Debbie, we’ve talked about this. It’s not good for your health,” I feel bad for lying to her, but the truth is so much worse. Debbie shakes her head a
