“Oh.”
We stood in the cold for a moment.
“I sold my bow,” she said abruptly.
I looked at her.
“My good one,” she said. “I cracked my phone screen and Mom said there was no money to fix it. So I sold the bow.” She looked at her shoes. “I know it was my fault. About the phone. And about the bracelet.” She did not look up when she said the next part. “I’m continue reading …
