Chapter 17

“For quite a while, actually.” Erika had dreamt of her late father just before dawn. It felt like something meaningful. “You talked to Milo already?”

“I did.”

“To complain about last night, or is that what this is for?” Erika asked, voice softening. “Because I really could have handled that better.”

“No. This is serious.”

“Oh.” She sat on the foot of the bed and braced herself. “You okay? Your parents? Your brothers and—”

“Yes, Rika. Everyone’s okay. Well, not everyone. I got here first thing this morning—cleaning day.”

Billy had to be at The Mischen Rink before sunrise a couple days a week. He traded labor for rental fees, so his hockey teams could practice for free. “I got out of my truck and found Jesse sleeping right outside. She’s run away from home.”

“Dang.”

“Dang?”

“I don’t curse anymore.” Erika pulled a yellow tank top over her sports bra. “Is she okay?”

“She’s not saying much.”

There was a knock then. “Kiki? You decent?”