![]() ![]() No matter how much she wanted to go out on her first night in Chicago. She was well aware that her mom had grown up in much rougher circumstances, and it would feel like a punch in the chest for her to hear Wendy say that she wasn’t thankful. “We’ve just arrived at your boring new prep school! Aren’t you excited and thankful that you have parents who can provide you with a quality education in a safe neighborhood where you don’t have to take a bus to school and can walk instead?” “Boring prep school friends,” Wendy muttered. “Can we please discuss this at another time? You can meet this ‘Eleanor’ person after you’ve had more time to get used to things and made a few new friends at school.” ![]() ![]() ![]() Darling said, eyes crinkling at his own tired, ancient joke. “-adopt other kids that you also won’t let go outside,” Wendy snapped. Besides, we didn’t bring you here to go running around with strangers in the night. She could be a serial killer for all you know. “I know you’ve been friends with her for more than a year, but that doesn’t mean anything. “You never know who you could be meeting online,” Mrs. Like, a literal criminal background check, Dad.” “I know you did, but seriously? I’ve done a background check on her. Wendy scowled, scrunching herself down in the car seat angrily. ![]()
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