At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

months of silence between us.

“I think she finally stopped protecting the wrong person.”

Megan looked out the window.

“That isn’t the same as changing.”

“No.”

She was quiet for a moment.

Then she nodded.

“But maybe that’s where changing starts.”

Sophie sat silently in the back seat, watching the city lights slide across the window.

Her phone rested peacefully continue reading …