“We could do one more fun thing,” Cece said, clutching my arm. She lowered her voice to a sleepover whisper. “Talking to your dad is going to make you sad. Why not do one more happy thing first?” “Because I can’t put off being sad,” I whispered back. “I’d rather face it.” I took one more look at Lando and tried to imagine being the object of his constant crush. It filled me with an uncertain glow that brightened the more I believed in it. I tried to hold that feeling of being so impossibly liked as I walked away.
