Maybe I was overreacting, but even if she wasn’t in danger, she was still skipping school — and I needed to understand why.
They headed toward the edge of town, where strip malls thin out into quiet green spaces. Eventually, they pulled into a gravel lot near the lake.
“If I’m about to catch you skipping school to be with a boyfriend you haven’t told me about…” I muttered as I parked behind them.
I stopped a short distance away — and then I saw the driver.
“You have got to be kidding me!”
