“Just the two of us,” I said.

“No more hiding when your stomach hurts, and no more keeping quiet so he won’t get angry.”

Grace pushed her sleeves up a little and reached out to hold my wrist.

“I want a place near the high school so I can walk to volleyball practice.”

“We’ll look for an apartment on Maple Street,” I told her.

“Can we bring my drawing table from the basement?” she asked.

“We’ll bring everything that belongs to you,” I said.