He knocked softly, and in just a second, Abby opened the door. Her smile lit up instantly when she saw him.
She pulled him into a hug, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I sat in the car, frozen.
Confused. Angry. Hurt.
My own sister—my Caleb. Together in some secret plan.
Was she writing those notes? Giving him a place to hide?
Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away.
I needed answers.
And I needed them now.
My anger burned hot in my chest as I slammed the car door shut and stormed up the front steps.
I just raised my fist and knocked hard—three sharp bangs that echoed in my bones.
The door creaked open. Abby stood there in a loose sweatshirt, her hair pulled back, face bare.
The smile that had just lit her face for Caleb disappeared.
Her eyes widened.
“Anna,” she breathed. “Let me explain.”
“Explain?” I repeated, my voice shaky but rising.
“Explain why my son is skipping school while you play along like it’s a game?
Her mouth opened, then shut. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
“Maybe he needs a break, Anna. You’re always pushing him. He’s just a kid.”
I felt like the floor had fallen out from under me.
“He’s my kid,” I said, trying to hold myself together. “And you’re spoiling him just so he’ll like you more.”
Abby crossed her arms.
“I’m not spoiling him—I’m giving him what he needs.
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