"How was school?" Aunt Beth asked over dinner later that night.
Momentary fear whipped through me. Did she know we'd ditched school today? I sliced a look at Abby, but she had her head down, pushing food around on her plate.
"It was fine. We've started reviewing for finals. That's kinda boring," I said.
"I can't believe you two are almost finished with high school." Aunt Beth shook her head.
I half expected her to start crying, but she didn't. I wasn't sure I could handle anymore tears today.
"It's going fast," Uncle Dean said. He narrowed his eyes. "Something wrong with the food, Abby?"
She jerked her head up as if just realizing she wasn't alone. "No. I'm just tired and stressed and kinda have a headache." She forced a smile.
"Did you take some aspirin?" Aunt Beth asked.