However, Kalen still asks, and I notice Darius fall onto the end of the bed. I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my skull, but I choose to ignore him.
“Do you remember the night of the fire?” Kalen asks, tilting his head to the side and watching me.
I blink at Kalen, wondering how that helped anything. Yet the look on his face tells me he's trying to prove something to Darius. Or maybe to me. I’m not sure.
“I remember coming home sick from school.” My brows furrow. “I think I got food poisoning,” I tell him, and he nods.
I think back to that day, but it’s kind of hazy. My mom was angry; she and my father were arguing, and I threw up on the floor. Why can’t I remember anything after that? I remembered my father cleaning the mess up. I also remembered my mother crying, but she
