Page 94 of Broken Hearts
“How’s Sienna?”
“Still sleeping. I just came to say goodbye. Are you guys headed out?”
“You’re not coming with us?”
“Why would I come with you?”
“They haven’t made arrangements yet, but they will soon. Cory said Tuesday, if they can get everything ready.”
“I don’t think I should go.”
My mother rests a hand on my chest. “Oh, honey. Of course you should.”
“We weren’t together anymore,” I say loudly, releasing some of my anger.
“If you want to go back to Valley with your team first, we’ll get you a flight this week. Right, Julie?” My dad takes her hand. A united front like they’ve always been.
“If that’s what you want,” she says slowly.
I nod. Fuck. I know the right answer, but I’m not prepared to head back to Minnesota today. “I’ll just ride with you guys. It makes more sense. Give me thirty minutes?”
I head back upstairs with breakfast. Sienna’s coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her thin frame. She finger-combs her wet hair.
“I could only carry two plates.” I set them on the TV stand.
Reagan and Ginny are back and packing their suitcases. They both shoot me sympathetic glances and take turns hugging me.
“How are you feeling this morning?” I ask Sienna.
“Better.”
“You should eat something.”
She graces me with a small grin that loosens the boulder on my chest. “I will.”
I raise my brows.
She grabs half a bagel from the plate. “Are you going back to Valley or…”
Apparently everyone thought of the funeral except me.Funeral?What the fuck?
“Leaving with my parents.”
“What day is the funeral?”
“Tuesday, I think.”
“I could maybe come with you.”
“No. That’s okay. Thank you, but I know you have practice and school, and you need to rest up so that you’re ready for your last competition. Will you still be able to compete?”
“Yeah, hopefully. I made a doctor’s appointment for Wednesday.”
I nod thoughtfully. “All right. Well, I guess I should get ready. Are the guys still here? I don’t even know what time the bus is leaving.”
“They’re still here,” Reagan answers for me. “I think Adam packed for you.”
“I don’t want to leave you like this,” I say, hugging Sienna.
