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I didn’t call my dad until I was firmly in the cab between Devon and Eric. It seemed super weird for the three of us to be piled into the back of a car that smelled faintly of rotting fabric softener. It was usually Devon, me, and Elizabeth huddled in the back of a cab.
Soon. I’ll get her back soon.
My dad answered on the second ring. “Bryant, are you feeling better?”
“I lied about being sick.” I rushed through the words, not giving Dad time to ask questions. “Elizabeth’s parents sent to her this awful residential program, and I have to get her out.”
“That’s interesting.” Dad’s voice was super calm, like he was surrounded by people and didn’t want to give them a hint of how messed up his son’s life was.
“I went to Dr. Spinnek for help.”
“That’s an excellent resource,” Dad said. “
