after voicemail.
Nothing.
Mark would hold me while I cried and tell me that grief sometimes made people disappear.
Now Beth was standing in front of me.
She looked at me as if she had seen a ghost.
Then she looked at the principal.
“Can the boys go back to class? We need to talk privately.”
Once they were gone, she turned to me.
“Did Mark seriously never tell you?”
I laughed once, but there was nothing funny about it.
“Tell me what?”
Beth’s face crumpled.
Then she told me
