Isabelle must have known what to expect from me in terms of a response, because she didn’t even bother waiting for one before she hung up, and I was standing there with a disconnected cell phone pressed against the side of my face. But knowing that she had cut the call wasn’t even remotely enough to spur me into action, to snap me out of the state of shock that I had just been put it. I didn’t even think that I was breathing, didn’t think that I was doing anything other than standing where, and trying to process what I had just been told.
Someone had lit a firework and been reckless enough not to pay attention to where they had pointed it, and now I was the one who was going to be suffering from the consequences of it, I was the one who was going to have to deal with the damage that they
