“Sarah….” Someone should have offered me some cheese for that whine.
Tree branches cracked in half in her hands as she looked up at me. Her gaze resting on my own.
“I miss my friends.” I stated refusing to bend down and pick up any more branches. “I’m depressed.” I felt relief as the words came out. Since all day I’d been trying to figure out what has been wrong with me. Saying I’m depressed seemed to make perfect sense in my head.
“No, Christi, you’re not,” Sarah responded seriously, as a giggle began resting in her throat, “That’s Suzy talking.”