break.”
Monica looked embarrassed.
“Laya.”
“What?”
“Homework has made her philosophical.”
“I hate math,” Laya announced.
“That isn’t philosophy.”
“It is to me.”
I laughed.
For the first time since my mother’s phone call, something inside my chest relaxed.
One good break.
I had spent my morning preparing to hand a $285,000 gift to people who had deliberately decided continue reading …
