Millie's P.O.V.
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The rest of the BBQ actually went well. Dad has mellowed out a lot. Like, a lot a lot. So much so, that Mom and Darla talked him into a deal.
If they take me to file the police report now, then all us kids get to spend the night here.
At first, Dad was not going for it. Then Mom mentioned how they had already let it happen before. The rest of the parents were on board as long as we cleaned up.
Atlas whispered about getting some pot brownies. Before Leo could tell him no, I told him yes. If I had to go file this stupid report, I would love to come back, and get high.
That leads me to where I am now.
The police station.
Mom and Sarah drove me here. They waited with me as I nervously played with my hands. I'm
