“Yeah.” Brianna laughed, short and bitter. “He’s sober again. Wants to try. Again.”
Jessi sat down beside her, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. “The one from your dad?” jessi brianna
Brianna pulled her knees up, wrapped her arms around them. “I want to not care. I want to wake up one morning and not feel like I’m already three steps behind everyone else.” “Yeah
“Then we stay here until you figure it out,” Jessi said quietly. “Yeah.” Brianna laughed
Here’s a short story centered on Jessi and Brianna, focusing on their quiet, complicated bond.
“I got the letter,” Brianna said.