My Best Friend's Ts Sister 2 -

She didn’t cry. Neither did I. But we sat in the quiet for a long time, not needing to fill it.

"Mom’s on her way. Dad’s at work." He lowered his hands. His cheeks were wet. "She keeps screaming for someone named Danny. I don’t know any Danny." my best friend's ts sister 2

So I stayed. Because you don’t abandon people who once held your hand in the dark. Mid-August. A Tuesday. The air was so thick with humidity you could taste it. Marcus texted me: Come over. Now. She didn’t cry