Kelly, not at me, not at Mark.
“Kelly,” she said, trembling, “what I said to you was unforgivable. Your father leaving was not your fault. You are not trash. You are not a blight. You are a child, and I hurt you because I was too bitter to care who I was cutting. I am so sorry.”
Kelly’s chin quivered.
Mrs. Huntley pressed a hand to her chest. “You saved continue reading …