The Year We Hid Away (The Ivy Years, #2)

by Sarina Bowen

“No.” Lucy turned to Amy with a grimace. “You can’t read me Harry Potter. Only Bridger. He does the voices.”

They probably teach that at Dean School — how to listen to fucked-up situations without scowling.

“I just make it up as I go along,” I’d stammered. She squeezed my shoulder. “That’s how it works, honey. That’s all any of us do.”

“She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.”