Saturday morning. Really? I had three messages from Alison, two from Beth and a call from someone who wanted to give me a credit card with zero interest for the first year.
They knew I was seventeen, right?
I chickened out and emailed Alison an excuse about shopping that day, same for Beth. I just couldn't leave the family right now. Maybe having normal friends wasn't such a good idea. They had expectations, made plans, liked to be in my life.
Problem was, my life wasn't such a good place to be in right now.
I heard a knock at the door when I was almost down the stairs and found Mom standing in the kitchen talking to a tall, blond man in a policeman's uniform.
He looked alarmingly familiar. Until it registered. Sheriff Peters.
Brad's dad.
And no, I'd never officially met him. Brad a
