She was crying in silence.
In the hallway, she hugged herself.
“What’s happening?”
“Nothing.”
“Lily.”
His face wrinkled.
“Please don’t call my parents. They asked me not to cause trouble.”
“What’s happening?”
That stopped me.
“Are you... safe at home?”
“Yes. They're not hurting me. It's just... it's complicated."
“What’s complicated?”
She denied with her head. “I can’t.”
Whatever scared her, I thought talking about it would only make things worse.
“Are you... safe at home?”
I gave him a few days.
Since the situation didn't get better, I scheduled a meeting with the parents.
When I told Lily, she got pale.
“Please cancel it. You know I'm going through difficulties. You don’t have to talk to them.”
That changed the question.
If her parents already knew she was going through a hard time, why was Lily so afraid to put us in the same room?
