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Eleven Years Earlier... "Carter, wait up!" I called, running as fast as my short legs could carry me. But he didn’t stop. If anything, he walked even faster. My chest heaved with exhaustion, but I pressed on. “Carter!” “Stop following me.” His voice was cold, so unlike the boy I thought was my best friend. “But you didn’t tell me what’s wrong. Did something happen?” “It’s none of your business. Go back home, Kerry.” He didn’t even look at me. “Carter, please! Stop being so mean!” My voice broke into a sob, tears already pooling in my eyes. At this time of day, we would usually be at my house, watching cartoons or playing video games. But for the past two days, he’d been avoiding me, and I didn’t know why. Hearing my sobs, Carter finally stopped. He turned around, his face softened wi