Chapter 4

He came home ready to fix a mood.

I watched him from the hall. He thought this was a bad week. He thought I was the bad week.

"Amara, come on. You're punishing me. Let's call the school, sort the dog out, reset."

"Call them," I said. "Go ahead."

He put it on speaker, to make me small.

"My daughter, Maisie. This transfer nonsense my wife pulled, I need it --"

"The withdrawal was completed two weeks ago. Her records went to the new district."

My hand was flat on the counter. I watched my own knuckle go white against…