“You have good grades. You’re savvy. You’re organized. You could really go somewhere and be something. I just want you to know that. You’re not stuck.” She says this like I don’t know. Like I haven’t been doing the math since I was twelve. Just a few more years until I can move out, get a job, go to college if I beg for help just right. Four years of high school and planning out how I can take Andy with me. Until then, stuck is exactly the word.
