I came home. My parents pulled me back inside, handing me a plate of my favorite foods. I smiled and thanked them.
"Mom and Dad, where's Grace?"
They shared a look and I started to get a bad feeling in my stomach. Their eyes held a long argument.
Then Dad looked away and walked out of the room. I raised an eyebrow at my mom, but she wouldn't look me in the eyes.
My father came back into the room and slapped a newspaper onto my lap.
I knew it wasn't going to be good.
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Short StoryA series of constant visits to a young therapist who tries to help a depressed boy. [ 2016 ]
