CHAPTER 22
Jennifer stared at her father. Was he seriously kicking her out of the truck this late at night?
“Get out,” he growled again and made a lunge toward her.
She jumped onto the curb, afraid her father would come after her, afraid he’d slap her right then and there for sneaking out, for talking back, for getting angry and hitting him.
What she didn’t expect was for him to slam the Chevy door and drive off.
She stood there on the sidewalk in front of the school, shivering in the cold, waiting for the red glow of his taillights.
Dad sped through a stop sign and disappeared from view.
Jennifer hugged herself to ward off the cold and waited. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Had he already gone home?
When she was finally convinced that he wasn’t returning for her, she felt into her
