While Kristy was in the bathroom, Lisa wondered if she should do what her sister couldn’t
and tell Kristy the truth. Lisa searched for the envelope. Five hundred dollars and the
letter along with papers to sign for permanent custody.
Lisa’s hand began to tremble. How am I going to tell Kristy?
“I haven’t been here for five minutes and you’re already going through my stuff?” Lisa
turned around to find Kristy at the doorway wrapped in a towel.
“I—I don’t know how to tell you—”
Kristy grabbed the letter from her and read it. She stood frozen, the paper shaking in her
hand. She collapsed onto the bed. “Why?”
Lisa sat next to her and rubbed her back. “Your—your mom is just trying to do what she
thinks is best for you.” She didn’t know what else to say, but she was sure more needed to
Kristy’s tears flowed. “What did I do?”
Lisa wiped her own eyes. Definitely more needed to be said. Now it really is your place.
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