The moment Rune picked her up at the high school, Cara launched into one of her nonstop chatter-rants. The audition for the Christmas play that she’d messed up. The girls who had called her Toothpaste Barbie because of the way she smiled. The teacher who had it in for her because she’d dared to question her definition of “colonialism.” The coach who wanted her to try out for the ski team even though she’d never so much as put on a pair of skis.
It was all so normal that he could have cried. Not a single thing about a letter slipped into her backpack or a weird message passed to her by another student. Nothing about dried flowers appearing in one of her textbooks or a drawing of herself tacked onto a bulletin board at the Laundromat.
normalAll of those things had happened at some point ov
