“I don’t know yet. But Dad wouldn’t say this unless it was serious.”
I was trying to sound calm and in control despite having no plan beyond the twenty-foot radius of streetlight we were standing in. Two teenage girls alone at two in the morning, running from one parent on the instructions of another, with nowhere to go and no way to contact the one who’d warned us.
My phone buzzed. Mom.
Where are you girls? I heard noises upstairs.
The casual tone felt wrong—like she was performing normalcy, the way you perform normalcy when you already know the answer to the question you’re asking.
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