“I want you to find out what Jared’s up to,” she announced as she drove us to school on Monday morning.“What are you talking about?” I was more tired than usual, having been awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of my parents fighting. Again.I had been too groggy to catch most of what they were saying, but I figured out it was about Mom taking me to Potion. I pulled my pillow around my ears and tried to drown out their voices. When I finally let go of the pillow, it was silent. Then I heard Mom, in a clear, sad voice.“This isn’t working.”Dad didn’t immediately respond. I waited, and after a long time, he spoke.“You’re right. This isn’t working.”I wished they were talking about the computers or other equipment, but I knew they weren’t. I didn’t hear their voices for the rest of the night. I didn’t hear anything except the sound of my own soft crying.When I dragged myself out of bed a few hours later, Mom was asleep in her room and Dad was gone.
