CHAPTER ELEVEN — THE EMPTY SEAT

Marilyn left.

The next Monday, her seat was empty.

I kept looking at it.

Every lesson reminded me of her.

Every movie reminded me of her.

Every story reminded me of the girl who loved stories.

Brian tried to make me laugh.

It didn't work.

“You'll be okay,” he said.

“I know.”

But knowing something and feeling something are two different things.