Sami
As soon as we step inside my parents' house, I look expectantly past the living room through the archway to the kitchen—to where I know my mom will be. I find her, but she's not alone. Jack is with her. They both turn toward the sound of the closing door. Jack's gaze immediately moves from my face to where Marshal is holding my hand. By his surprised and shocked expression, he hasn't come clean with my parents. At the same time, my mom looks up from the computer desk screen and smiles. Her smile dims as she too sees our hands.
My dad's right in front of us in the living room. However, his focus is on the television. He barely notices as Marshal and I walk through. If we hadn't walked in front of the screen, he might not have seen us.
“Hi, Dad," I say after bending down and givin
