CHAPTER 21
MIA“Mia,” Dr. Xiao said after class on Monday.
I pushed my books into my backpack and smiled at her.
She waited for the last few students to leave the class and rubbed my shoulder. “How’s everything going? Your mother?”
“I’m going to see her tonight with one of my friends. She’s still struggling with making new memories, but at least she’s alive and healthier now.”
“And Michael?”
I thought back to this past weekend. Everything had seemed to have gone to complete s**t, then gotten so much better. I nodded, a grin breaking out on my face. “I feel good,” I said, the feelings so certain inside of me. “Michael and I talked, and … and it was so refreshing.”
My chest tightened, my fingers tingling at the thought. “I’d needed to talk, and I’d needed it badly. I kept it bottled up
