CHAPTER 12
I need to be careful to play this right. Need to be careful to make sure Sandy thinks I’m upset without going so overboard she sees right through me.
I muster up a few tears. Nothing over the top. She still hasn’t let me go from her wrestler-strength hug, so I just need to shake my shoulders some and make a few small sobbing sounds. Sandy really is crying, which makes me feel guilty. Like I’m tricking her or something. The truth is I just need to figure out what Sandy knows, or what she thinks she knows.
Mom isn’t dead. This isn’t wishful thinking. I know it. I remember something … I have no idea what it is, but if I can get Sandy to keep talking, I’ll figure it out. I have to.
“What happened?” I keep my voice small and force a little tremor.
Sandy gives me one last squeeze
