When I Fainted At My Graduation, The Hospital Called My Parents

on fire and tubes in my arm.

Rachel was curled up in the corner chair, red-eyed. “You scared me half to death, Grace.”

I reached for my phone. The Paris photos had multiplied. Darlene at a café. Mom holding a macaron. Dad raising a wine glass on a river cruise.

I didn’t comment. I didn’t text. I didn’t do what I always did, which was make it easy for continue reading …