is year, I needed it. I needed the crayon turkeys taped to the windows and the off-key

there. He promised. But an

So sorry, sweethear

cou

f the playground, her face streaked with tears. A grou

ie?" I asked, kneelin

d, burying her face in my coat. "They said he' s

. How could they poss

h whose son was in Lily' s class, came

he said quietly. "It' s the

mprehending. "What a

lling the children these... stories. That Julian is her boyfriend. That Lily is maki

tomach. It was a calculated, viciou

d shoved Lily. It wasn' t hard, just a mean-spirited push, but she was off-balan

ry, looking at her pal

when I s

and Chloe. He was laughing at something she' d said, loo

as here to pick her up from her job. A job wh