“Mackenzie.”
I woke to Ryan saying my name and gently shaking my shoulder. “Wake up. We gotta go.”
“What’s wrong?” My eyelids were freaking heavy, but I sat up. A big ass yawn on my lips.
“Tom’s parents are home.”
“What?”
“We gotta go. Quick.” He scrambled off the couch, and I could hear footsteps above us.
“Was Tom here last night?” a woman’s voice asked. “I thought he was at Nick’s.”
More footsteps, and a man’s voice rumbled, a murmur through the ceiling.
I hurried after Ryan. He led me up some back stairs and then circled through the garage and to a side door. A door was open between the main floor and garage, and I heard the woman ask, “Was he drinking?”
The male voice grew louder. He was coming toward us. That was when I saw the car doors still open. They were unpacking.
“He
