“Theo?”
I froze where I was standing there, her debit card in my hand, plain as day. How do I explain this one? Katarina crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at me with enough menace to put my father’s glare to shame. “I can explain,” I tried, immediately putting the debit card onto the table next to her purse, my hands in the air like I’m ready for an arrest. Or an assault? God, she’s reaching for her shoe. She’ll beat my ass. Panicked, I ducked out the back door, running like my ass was on fire. Katarina chased me but I hopped the back fence, running barefoot toward my house.
s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t—
As I cut through neighbors’ yards, I managed to get back onto the main road at a dead sprint, careful to keep at the edge of yards to save my feet from the hot asph
