my sides.
“How do you know?”
“Noah told me.”
I stared at her.
She explained that during the worst part of the divorce, Noah once found her crying alone in her car in the school parking lot.
She thought nobody had seen her.
But Noah had.
“He asked me if you were broken,” Mom whispered.
My throat tightened.
“Why?”
“Because you weren’t eating. You weren’t laughing much. He noticed you sitting alone.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him you weren’t broken.”
Mom squeezed my hand.
“Then Noah said
