We left that night, but Alisha stayed over, willing to sleep on the couch near Kaylee as she slept in the armchair. It didn't even occur to me that she was using it as a bed until they said something.
"What's up with you?" Noah asked me as we stood outside, waiting for Grampa to show up.
I shrugged. "Just feeling sorry for Kaylee."
Noah shook his head, looking exasperated. "How many times do I have to tell you that she'll be fine? Kaylee is tough. She's not the kind to mope around and feel sorry for herself. And she definitely wouldn't want other people to feel sorry for her."
"It's called empathy." I told Noah, frowning. "Put yourself in her shoes. Wouldn't you be upset? She just had surgery a few days ago and her parents left her alone like that?" I shook my head. "She also has to move. I feel like a lot of things are going wrong in her life right now."
