But she had decided that anything that happened at school couldn’t
be much worse than what had happened with her parents. And it was that thought
she clung on to as she got ready, Andromache’s spare room – her parents had
said Mor could stay, but if they slept in separate rooms – had become almost as
familiar as her one back home.
If it even was that anymore.
And it wasn’t like Mor particularly wanted to go to school, where most now knew the truth, but she had
to. She couldn’t avoid it forever.
Besides, Mor had found that with Andromache on her side,
there was little she could do.
And Andromache was
with her, and would be all day. The fact they were dating wasn’t a secret
either, and in a way that made it better. At least she wouldn’t be going
through this alone. She had Andromache, and she had her friends, and that was