“SHE AND Jake weren’t talking, and she rarely hung out with her old friends—even at lunch. But that Friday LaShante begged her to go. “Everyone else is meeting at Callie’s house before the game and drinking.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not down with that, so come on. I need you, Ella. I don’t want to go by myself.” She had thought about spending the evening at Holden’s. She had stopped by a few times now —mostly to tell his mom about Holden’s performances—the ones that lasted only a few minutes a...nd took place every day lately before rehearsals. Today, his mom had even come to school to watch—through the hallway window. Holden didn’t know, so when they finished singing, Ella cast a quick grin at his mom. On the other side of the glass, she was wiping tears. It wasn’t that she hadn’t believed Ella. But seeing Holden like this must’ve been like … well, like watching how Holden might’ve been if he’d never slipped into autism. But tonight the idea of the high school basketball game sounded fun.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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