June hadn’t been drinking, so she drove us to the packhouse while we tried to act very nonchalant. We told her my parents had been out but had gotten home early so we needed to rush back before curfew.
“You have a very nice house, Skylar,” she had said conversationally as we pulled up. “I’ve never spent much time on this side of town.”
“Oh, yeah, thanks,” I had mumbled. “Doctors, right? Lots of money in medicine.” Then I had shuffled out of the car and darted inside as Rosa kissed June through the window of the car.
“See you Monday!” I heard Rosa call over her shoulder as she ran after me.
Now we were standing in front of my parents in my dad’s office, having burst upstairs and babbling over each other that we needed to speak to them urgently. They’d managed to decipher that it was wo
