“We’re going shopping and by my parents today,” Tara said coming to the table the next morning. I looked up from my food and dropped my fork but grabbed it before anyone could tell how scared I was by the thought of leaving the house. “I don’t feel good,” I lied as I picked at my pancakes with my head down. “Fine, you don’t need to those then,” Miles said taking my plate and headed to the sink. I sat back in my chair with...