Another:
She doesn’t know I’m doing this. Please don’t message her about it because she already has enough going on.
My chest tightened.
Then I saw the number.
$28,460 raised.
I looked at Ethan.
Twenty-eight thousand dollars.
“You raised this?”
He nodded.
“How?”
“People
shared it.”
“Who?”
“Students. Parents. Then a local running group. Then someone with a big account reposted it.”
I looked at David.
He looked furious now.
But not at Ethan.
At himself.
“At first,” David said, “I thought somebody was exploiting my daughter.”
I understood immediately.
A minor.
Cancer.
Photos online.
Donations.
No parental permission.
Potential nightmare.
“When did you find it?”
“Last night.”
“And Lily?”
“Found out this morning.”
My stomach dropped.
“How?”
“A student congratulated her.”
I closed my eyes.
Poor Lily.
Ethan had specifically tried to keep
her from knowing.
But secrets involving thousands of people do not stay secret.
“What did she say?” I asked.
