I refused to think about it, not right then anyway. I couldn't handle any more. At the thought of more anything, tears pricked my eyes. I swallowed them back and turned.
"Oh, God," I yelped.
Darby stood just behind me. "What are you doing?"
"Can you tell me when you're standing right behind me?" I clutched at my chest to keep my heart from falling out. "Geez."
She squinted, blind without her glasses now that they dangled from her fingertips. The blood had been cleaned from her face, and she'd changed into her purple unicorn pajamas. "You look different."
"She looks in trouble." Dad came out of the bathroom with that same pissed off expression on his face. The frown lines softened when he took in my blood-soaked front. "How's your nose?"
I shrugged, pretending all was well at the Crumbly Motel. "Still attached."
"Good," he said, then nodded toward the double beds. "You've got some explaining to do, young lady. Come in and talk to me."