“Honey, I don’t know how to tell you this.” Her dad’s voice breaks and panic slithers down Veronica’s spine. She knows the look on his face, now. She’s seen it before. When he told her he was divorcing her mom. When Backup was hit by a car. When she didn’t get into Stanford.
Her blood runs hot, then cold. She balls palms, slicked with sweat, into fists and takes a deep breath.
“What’s wrong? Who…?”
Bracing for bad news, she still doesn’t expect it when the blow comes.

















