Chapter Twenty-One
I rush into the kitchen just as Mom dumps her bag on the table. Dad walks through from his study—he got home about twenty minutes ago—and gives her a quick kiss before opening the fridge.
“Hi, Mom. Dad. Um, can I talk to you?” I stand in the kitchen doorway twisting my hands together.
Mom looks up from where she just plugged her cell phone in to charge. “Yes, of course.” She presses a few buttons on her phone, then leaves it on the counter and turns to me. “What’s going on?”
“Maybe, uh, we should all sit down.”
Mom and Dad exchange a glance, then each take a seat at the table. I slide into a chair opposite them.
“This sounds serious,” Dad says.
“It is.” They took my choice of tertiary education very seriously after Julia abandoned her medical school plans and ran
