Anne Peter and I were sitting side by side on the couch in Amber Morton's living room, while she sat in an armchair across from us, staring at us. She was, on average, 10 years older than Peter, had shiny, light hair that was well cared for, eyes a few shades lighter than Peter's, and an angelic fa
Anne “How old did you say you were again?” Amber asked as she and I stood in her closet. Just as she had promised, she was now looking for something for me to wear. I sighed resignedly. “I’m 17,” I replied. “And if you're going to start being a boring adult and judge me for not sleeping at home,
Laura When Amber Morton called me the next morning, the twins, my husband and I were at the table eating breakfast. I hadn't really had a good night's sleep, a little worry was always gnawing at the back of my head. I wasn't sure where Annie would be, so I was feeling like such a bad Mom to just l
Laura “Stephen, please,” I asked the boy who was scrolling at the cell phone screen in the middle of breakfast, my voice half gentle and half authoritative. "No electronic devices at the table." The fight over the chips had already been resolved, thank God. Now the two of them were at the table, e
Laura “What did you just say?” Jason asked while still driving the car along the wide roads of Manhattan. “Did Anne meet that boy again?” He was looking at me confused, almost not believing my words. “At least that’s what Amber Morton told me on the call,” I replied, nodding. “What nonsense is th
Annie “If you don't want your parents to separate us again, then let's run away,” Peter was saying to me as he looked at me with expression. I gasped inaudibly, feeling my heart pounding in my rib cage. "R-run away…?" I stammered as I felt the weight of those words, my eyes fixed on his. He took
Annie Peter pressed his index finger to his lips in a gesture of silence, and then we squatted closer against the kitchen pillar. My parents were going up the stairs to the top floor together with Amber, while the younger woman kept talking to hide her embarrassment. But my parents were stiff as th
Laura I saw Jason approaching where I was there in front of the building where Amber Morton's apartment was right after Annie left with Nancy's child. “Are you okay, darling?” I asked, my face scrunched up in an expression of concern. I approached him, linking my arms with his. He was panting af