“I want him to go away,” I admitted, scurrying closer to him, as I admitted my thoughts for the first time out loud. “I don’t like when he’s in my house.” Shivering, I added, “I want him to go away and never come back.” “Me, too,” he whispered, turning his shiny, gray eyes back on me. “I haven’t told anyone else,” I whispered. “Not even Hugh.” “Me either,” he whispered. “Not even Claire.” “Promise you won’t tell?” I held up my pinky finger. “I can’t get in trouble again.” They’ll send me away. “I promise if you promise,” he vowed, hooking my pinky with his. “I’ll take it to the grave.”
I need them to be friends again please😭💔
