Writers POV

At this point, Maeve was heartbroken, but not to stupor. She had felt Leo would say something to make her feel better, because he had always been nice to her.

Little did she know she was going to be insulted the way no one had ever insulted her. That her world was going to crumple even more, with his words. His tone had seem calm and collected, his voice was still childish at that time, because they were still kids. Both nine years of age, with she three months ahead of him.

Being fat wasn't her fault. She had been a kid. And was still very innocent. Had...