CHAPTER NINE
When Dad got home later that day, he and Mom sat down and talked about my first day of work. I didn’t sit with them; instead, I stayed in my room, pretending to browse the Internet on my phone, but actually straining my ears to try to catch whatever they were talking about. Unfortunately, because my room was on the second floor, I could not hear much, especially because Mom and Dad were not speaking very loudly, although I did hear a phone ringing before it was answered. I could barely focus on anything because I was so worried.
Then I heard a knock at the door and said, “Yes?”
“It’s me,” said Dad’s voice, slightly muffled by the door. “Can I come in?”
I put down my phone and sat up. “Yes.”
The door opened and my Dad entered. He looked pretty much like he always did; red
