“But I’m not just sad,” she whispered, crushing the daisy chain in her small fist. “I’m angry.” “That’s okay, too.” “Is it?” Sniffling, she turned to look at me, making my stomach twist up in knots, when her sad, blue eyes locked on mine. “Am I okay?” “Maybe not right now.” My heart cracked when I heard her pain. “But you’ll be okay one day.” “What if I’m not?” She reached up and batted another tear away. “What if I’m never okay again?” “You will be, Liz.”
