The Janitor Girl Sang One Song, and the Billionaire’s Son Stopped Laughing

an envelope in his hand.

He looked smaller without the crowd around him.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.”

Mom glanced from the kitchen, then quietly stepped into her bedroom.

Carter shifted his weight.

“My father made me come.”

I lifted an eyebrow.

“Then you can go.”

He swallowed.

“No. I mean, he made me start. But I wanted to say it.”

I waited.

He looked at the floor.

“I’m continue reading …