Dad drove me up to the front sidewalk of the school. There was a whole line of cars there as usual. In a school that small, I know pretty much everybody. All the familiar students walked past the truck and up to the front doors. I hardly even noticed them or recognized their faces. It felt like the blood was all draining down to my feet; my head was light. My hands even began to shake a little bit. Dad didn’t say anything, he just stared forward.
“So do we just pretend n. . .