I grabbed my plate and followed. We were silent as we scraped our uneaten food into the trash and as we walked upstairs. Abby stormed into her room, slamming the door. I walked in behind her.
"What was that down there?" I asked. I'd never heard her speak to her parents like that before.
"I'm just so annoyed. I mean, there is so much going on, and they're worried about friggin' college. It's stupid." She flopped down on her bed with a groan.
"Because they have no idea about the stuff we know, and it's not like we can tell them," I said, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"I have no idea how you kept all of this a secret for so long." Abby sighed and draped her arm over her face.
"It wasn't easy," I said. "But I'm glad you know now. I finally have someone other than Whitney to talk to about everything." I laughed.
Abby's phone rang. She rolled over and snatched it off her nightstand. "It's Isach," she said, swiping her thumb across the screen.