Chapter 10

Ignoring them both, I say, “Night, Dad.” He brushes me off—I’m interrupting his TV time here. In the hall, I wave at my mom and mouth the words, “Good night.” She’s still on the phone.

She looks up at me with large, teary eyes and covers the mouthpiece with one hand. “Remember what I said,” she tells me. She means the sex. I nod and roll my eyes, how old am I again? Please.

I feel Dan’s arm around my waist as I lead the way upstairs. My bedroom is much smaller than I remember, and the first thing I do when Dan closes the door behind us is fold up that damn cot and set it against the door like a barricade. Everything else looks exactly the same as it always has, and suddenly I’m in high school again, it all comes rushing back.

And my Aunt Evie is dead.