I can’t even face my best friend anymore, because no one understands
“How are you feeling?” Ma and Ta knock and peep into my bedroom.
“Fine,” I say.
“Back to school tomorrow?” Ta asks, coming inside.
I shrug.
“Libby, we had a look at your blood work again.” Ma holds her laptop open at an awkward angle. “Look at this.”
I try to focus, but my head hurts. “I’m too dizzy. Just tell me.”
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