Chapter 18

“Mom, did you hear me? I said that I scored a goal today in PE.”

Sara looked up from the cutting board where she was chopping carrots. James sat at the kitchen table, his chin in his hands as he watched her. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I said that I scored a goal today.”

“That’s great, honey. Playing basketball?”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t score goals in basketball. It was soccer.”

“Don’t sass your mother,” Ruth said as she entered the small kitchen. Wearing a purple blouse with matching purple pants, she looked like a veritable rainbow with her red hair.

“Sorry. But, Mom, you’ve barely been listening to me since we got home today. Every day you look sad. Why do you look so sad? Is it because Harrison hasn’t come by and given you flowers?”

Sara returned to her carrots, shaking her head. She hadn’t spoken to Harrison since that fateful night when she’d told him things were over between them. He’d called a handful of times afterward, but she’d ignored them. Soon, the calls