Sabrina McLain:
Don't tell Mom.
Don't tell Mom.
Don't tell Mom.
I walked as casually
as I could
in the front door.
The note from
Mr. Short
was burning a
guilty hole
in the bottom of my backpack.
Composing my face
into a stiff mask
of casual-ness,
I sauntered past Mom,
who sat on the couch,
looking exhausted
but happy.
She glanced up from the TV
as I walked in.
Some cooking show was on
and the lady
was making a
delicious looking
dessert.
My stomach moaned a little bit,
but I ignored it.
Moaning innards
aren't casual at all.
My stomach was
voicing my guilt.
Ugh.
"Hi honey.
How are you?
I have big news!
Marc is taking us to dinner!"
Mom greeted me with a
tired smile
and a cheerful voice.
I smiled back, as tight as
leggings.
Mom noticed.
She looked very pretty today,
her hair sleek and fragrant.
She must have showered
when she got home.
Wednesdays were the day
that she got off of work
early.
"I'm okay."
I responded.
Did my voice sound guilty?
I hoped not.
Mom looked puzzled.
Oh, God.
She knew something.
She was wearing the look
of someone who knew
a secret.
No, no, no.
Suddenly, the phone rang,
shattering
obliterating
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Dissipate: Book Two
Cerita PendekThe sequel to "Unnatural" this book is about Sabrina's life after another death. Sabrina is still writing to Jennah, her dead older sister, and Sabrina has a lot to write about. Her mother's so-called "friend from work" is suddenly her new boyfriend...
