ADVERTISEMENT
I stared at the screen until my vision blurred.
I typed back.
I love you. Even if adults are upset, you are still loved. If you ever want to meet for hot chocolate sometime, I’d like that.
Three dots appeared. Then:
Okay. I don’t know if Mom will let me. But I want to.
I swallowed hard.
Me too, I wrote. And meant it.
That night I cried for the first time continue reading …
ADVERTISEMENT