“Why did you tell him that stuff?” Izzy screeches, her arms flapping as she runs down the stairs. Kate can see the anger in her eyes. “That’s none of his business! How could you do that to me?” she cries, turning and running back up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door and collapsing on the bed.
Kate follows Izzy up the stairs. She contemplates knocking but just busts into the bedroom. “I told him for your own good!” She walks over and sits next to Izzy. “You know how you would cry and wonder why your future was ripped from you?”
Izzy sniffles, turning on her side to face Kate. “Yeah,” she whispers.
“Maybe this is your reason. Maybe this is your future, but you’ll never know if you don’t give it a chance.”