and was moving out.
That was only half true. I wasn’t giving up on school—I just wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of watching me beg or grovel. I told him he’d made his choice, and now he could live with it. My hands were shaking, but my voice didn’t crack. He stared at me like I’d slapped him.
“Don’t be dramatic, Saira,” he said, like I hadn’t continue reading …
