My mom and Michael look at me confused, then glance at each other before turning their gaze back to me. I shrug, not knowing what else to say. We are gathered in the living room of our house, the one Dad built for Mom and me so many years ago.
I was glad Michael was here when I returned from school, as I needed to talk to them. I have to tell him immediately what Ethan told me this morning; it's something that needed to be said in person, and now is the right time. Besides, a part of me knew that Ethan hadn't told his father anything, and Michael still didn't know he had left home.
I confirmed it when I told him Ethan wasn't there; he turned pale, and we had to sit him down again to prevent him from fainting.
Michael's concern is not just that his son left home, but the fear that he mig
