Very quietly, I ask, “Do you remember the slumber party at Jeffra’s house? When I was little?” Her round face blotches with red marks. I think in anger—though, my mom is rarely furious. Her brows bunch together. “The one where the girls played a prank on you?” “Yeah, that one.” They wrote Weirdo on my forehead while I’d been sleeping, and my dad came and picked me up with Uncle Ryke.
I forgot about this 😭😭😭
