“Rosemary?”
“The florist said it means remembering.”
He looked very pleased.
“And I remember promises.”
My smile softened.
Behind me—
Mom made a tiny sound.
When I looked at her, her eyes were wet.
“Mom?”
“Upstairs.”
This time—
she wasn’t asking.
SHE LOCKED THE BEDROOM DOOR
“Okay.”
I stared at her.
“You’re officially frightening me.”
Mom faced me.
“You can go with Ethan tonight.”
I folded my arms.
“If this is about him having Down syndrome—”
“No.”
“Because I’m eighteen.”
“I know.”
“He’s my best friend.”
“I know that too.”
