Sarah ran in the front door, calling, “Kiley? Are you here?” She paused, and she could hear doors slamming in Kiley’s bedroom, so she looked there first.

The door to Kiley’s room was ajar for the first time Sarah could remember. Sarah came in, to see Kiley throwing clothes and personal things into a bag. Kiley whipped around, her blonde hair flying in her face. “What is wrong with you? What the hell did you think you were doing?“

Sarah was taken aback by Kiley’s anger. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, especially you.”

Kiley didn’t seem to care. She was near tears now, and Sarah could hear the anger and the pain in her voice. “How could you? I trusted you—shit, do you know what I’m feeling right now?” Kiley was nearly shouting at this point, and she was speaking so quickly that her words ran together. Sarah could see the tears and the pain in Kiley’s eyes; her strong features were framed by anger.

Sarah was slightly hurt by these words. “Kiley, you know I’d never hurt you, at least not on purpose—”