After dinner, Marcus and I were doing dishes when Lena appeared in the kitchen doorway. She was holding a photograph — the three of us at a carnival two years ago. Marcus was mid-laugh, I was mid-bite into a corndog, and Lena was looking at the camera with an expression I now recognized as fragile hope.
"Mom’s on her way. Dad’s at work." He lowered his hands. His cheeks were wet. "She keeps screaming for someone named Danny. I don’t know any Danny." my best friend's ts sister 2
Mrs. Harris started crying in the grocery store. Mr. Harris started sleeping on the couch. Marcus stopped eating lunch — not because he wasn’t hungry, but because he said chewing felt like a waste of time when Lena might need him. After dinner, Marcus and I were doing dishes
"You’re terrified around me," Lena said gently. "There’s a difference. But it’s okay. I’m terrified of me too." "Mom’s on her way