say, knowing that it isn’t just that.
I already know my answer to Mom and Dad’s question. There’s no way I can go back to that house, not after everything they did. I want to believe they’ve changed, but I truly don’t think they have. I think this sort of change is beyond them. They aren’t mature enough to have grown on their own.
Then there’s the idea that I’ve kept this all from Hannah. I don’t think I could ever tell her about meeting with them. It seems like a total betrayal on my part, and I don’t ever want to see her face if she finds out.
I tried to talk to Mariam about all this, but it still feels like this oddly private thing; I can’t really explain it. Besides, I can’t always shove all my problems on them and expect them to solve it. That’s not fair.
“Hey, nerves can be a good thing,” Hannah says.
“How so?”
“Well …” She opens her mouth. “Damn, I don’t have any advice.”
“See?”
Hannah pats my knee. “Just pretend that tonight’s gonna be the best night of your life.”
“Really setting the bar low, aren’t we?”
“The best night of your life, so far?” she corrects.
“Better,” I say, rocking back and forth a little. “I can do this.” I breathe in and out slowly. “I got this.” For just the briefest of seconds I think about telling her. About the message and the meeting. But that won’t help anyone.
I already have my answer, my home.
“You got this,” she says.
I hear Thomas coming down the hallway, still rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “Everyone ready to go?”
Hannah glances at me out of the corner of her eye. “Well?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
North Wake at night is sort of odd. All the lights are off except the ones in the main building where the show is. And the parking lot is packed with cars, so I guess any chance of this being a small show just flew out the window.
“Are your friends going to make it tonight?” Hannah locks the car behind us.
“I think so.” I check my phone, but there are no new texts. We talked about it at lunch today though, and everyone seemed excited.
“Ben!” someone yells from across the lot, and suddenly two people are running toward me. Well, Meleika is running, Sophie’s stumbling. She can’t do much in her heels.
“You guys made it.” I let Meleika wrap me in a hug.
“Why wouldn’t we?” Meleika asks.
“You weren’t answering your texts.” I don’t mean for it to sound like some kind of accusation.
“Oh, I was driving,” she says.
“And I have absolutely no service.” Sophie taps on her phone angrily.
“It’s okay,” I say. “Do you know where Nathan is?”
“I think he was going to try and get here early,” Sophie says.
Meleika’s phone gives a little ding. “Yeah, he’s inside already.”
“Well, since Ben isn’t going to introduce us, I will.” Hannah offers her hand to Sophie. “I’m Hannah, Ben’s sister.”
“Sorry,” I say. “This is Sophie, and Meleika.”
“Hey, girls.” Thomas gives them both a wave.
“Hi, Mr. Waller.” Meleika digs around in her purse for a second. “Ready to kick this art show’s ass?” she asks.
“Totally,” I say, following them into the school.
There isn’t much you can do with a school lobby, but with the partitions and everyone’s work hanging up, it looks like a real gallery. And people are already walking around. I’m guessing it’s mostly parents, but I recognize a few faces. I even see Stephanie. Thankfully Todd seems absent.
“Where is your stuff?” Sophie asks.
“Around here.” We walk by rows and rows of different student’s paintings. They all seem to be standing to the side, ready to talk to people at a moment’s notice. When we round the corner to my spot, right at the very end of the row, I finally see Nathan.
And he’s staring at my work. More specifically, he’s staring at the portrait of him.
“And you must be Nathan!” Hannah says, holding out her hand. “Ben and my husband have talked about you quite a bit.”
“All good things, I hope.” Nathan takes her hand. A perfect gentleman, as always. “I only hope I can live up to their glowing recommendation.”
“Oh wow, Ben.” Meleika stares, her mouth wide open. “You painted this?”
Now all five of them are staring. Well, Thomas not so much, since he’s already seen these.
“Yeah,” I say, trying not to blush.
“Someone’s already asked me if I painted it,” Nathan murmurs. “Told them there’s no way I had this much talent.”
“This is so cool.” Sophie glances from