“What does it say?”
I moved the phone away.
The college had replied.
“It’s for me.”
She frowned.
“You’ve become difficult lately.”
I confirmed the appointment.
“My interview’s been rescheduled.”
“It’s for me.”
Her expression changed.
“That doesn’t mean they’ll accept you.”
“No. But it means I still get to try.”
I walked past her before she could answer.
Two days later, someone showed up at the front door.
Her expression changed.
I’d spent those days preparing for my rescheduled interview while Vanessa pretended nothing had happened.
I hadn’t heard the bell, but I saw a delivery van outside.
Vanessa opened the door first.
A young driver stood there holding a small box.
“I’m looking for Zoe,” he said.
I hadn’t heard the bell.
It was difficult to hear him properly, but I’d gotten good at reading lips.
I stepped beside Vanessa.
