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What if they separate us?
What if I stop being able to fix things?
What if someone else is better at helping her than me?
Black spots form in my vision, and I keep fighting to breathe.
“Kodiak, honey, you need to sit down.” My mom grabs me by the shoulders. “RJ, your help, please.”
Two strong hands grip me under my arms, and I sink to the floor.
My head is swimming. It’s too full. I just want Lavender to be okay.
“This is out of control,” my dad says.
“Queenie’s on her way over.” My mom’s warm palm rests against my cheek.
“What about—” My dad doesn’t finish the sentence, but I think he wants to know about Lavender, and so do I.
My mom doesn’t answer the unasked question directly. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” she says. “I don’t know how to help them.”
Chapter Seventeen
Sever
Kodiak
Age 13
IDON’T GOto school the next day. My session with Queenie was exhausting, and I had a hard time sleeping. I don’t get up until late, and still feel tired. I want to know how Lavender is doing and make sure she’s okay. My parents have confiscated my phone, so I have no way of getting in touch with her without going to her house. Maverick is my best friend, so I’m there a lot, but I worry that’s going to change.
And I’m right to worry.
I come downstairs and find my parents and Lavender’s parents sitting around the kitchen island. Their whispered conversation stops as soon as my mom addresses me. “Morning, sweetie, did you sleep okay?”
I shrug. I had bad dreams where I kept finding pieces of Lavender’s dress and her broken glasses in front of a door I couldn’t open. Every time I tried to call her name, all that came out was a whisper. It feels like I haven’t slept at all.
My mom pushes out of her chair and comes around the island so she can pull me into a hug. Usually I’d be embarrassed because we have company, but this morning I need it. I don’t like it when my parents are upset with me, and last night they were. I’m already taller than my mom, so I have to hunch. When she lets me go, her eyes are bright and shiny, as if she’s trying not to cry.
“What’s going on?”
She brushes my hair away from my forehead. “We all need to have a talk.”
“We did that last night, though.” My stomach feels off.
“I know, but we thought it would be best if we were all present, and Queenie will be here too.”
I glance over where everyone is sitting. They look tired and sad. “What about Lavender?”
“Queenie’s going to bring her. You should get dressed, because they’ll be here soon. I’ll make you some toast, okay?”
“Okay.” I nod numbly and go back upstairs to change. Everything feels wrong.
Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting at the table with a glass of orange juice and buttered toast I don’t think I can eat with how nervous I am—especially since Lavender is seated across the table from me, her parents situated to the right of her, just like mine.
There are dark circles under her eyes, making the blue even more vibrant. She clasps her hands on the table, and her teeth run along the scar on her bottom lip, over and over again. Her lips are red and raw.
Queenie sits at the head of the table, with us on either side. Her eyes are soft and full of compassion, but today she also looks nervous and slightly uncomfortable.
