By the time I got out the Foster’s front door, Amy was almost to her dad’s truck.
“Amy, wait,” I yelled as I ran toward her. “Please, I need to talk to you.”
Amy struggled to unlock the truck door, but her hands shook so badly that she dropped the keys. “I don’t want to talk to you, Daisy.” She bent over and picked up the truck keys from the asphalt. “Leave me alone.”
Making it to her side, I realized I was shaking just as much as Amy. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think they would do that to you.”
“Is it your first day dealing with Alphas?” Amy asked, her eyes wide and glistening with tears. “You knew some of them would bully me if they had the chance, and you gave them that chance.”
Amy’s lips quivered as she spoke. “I didn’t want to come to this stupid party. But I came for you,” she sobbe
