Solange
I couldn't sit there another second with everybody acting like we'd just survived a war and not a total screw-up. Dad was still rubbing his neck like he could already feel the massage I'd promised, Mom kept giving me these little side-eyes that said she wasn't buying half my crap but was too wiped to call me on it, Mira's mom was blowing her nose into a tissue like it was her full-time job now, and Mira's dad just stood there staring at the floor like if he looked at us too long he'd start yelling again. I squeezed Mira's hand harder under the table and blurted out, "Okay so I gotta head back up tonight actually, work's piling up and my boss is gonna lose his mind if I'm not there by morning shift."
Dad's head snapped up so fast I thought he'd get whiplash. "Tonight? Solang
