“There she is!” she called loudly enough for everyone to hear. “See? She looks perfectly fine. I told you all there was never anything wrong with her.”
Several of her friends laughed while others looked at me with curious expressions. My parents, however, had gone completely pale.
My mother hurried toward me, panic filling her voice.
“Maya… sweetheart… you don’t have to do this.”
I gently squeezed her hand.
“Yes, Mom.”
“I do.”
My father looked from me to Chloe, desperately searching for a way to stop what was happening. “Please,” he said quietly. “Let’s go inside and talk first.”
Chloe folded her arms with obvious frustration.
