A week passed. We tried to move on.
Then, Alice came home from school, pale and quiet.
“Tommy said something during recess,” she whispered. “He told Jeremy and Ryan that he flooded our house… on purpose.”
My blood ran cold.
“He said his mom told him to. That it would be funny. And it would teach you guys not to act better than them.”
That night, I couldn’t sleep. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the fans and thinking about all the insults, the smug looks, and the backhanded comments Nora had made about our “DIY” lifestyle.
