“It’s probably nothing,” I said, pressing the seal around the RV’s window with an index finger. “Just Deborah getting worked up and paranoid and directing all that crazy energy at us.”
Those were the words I said out loud.
The mantra running through my head was, Oh, God, not again, please, not again.
Oh, God, not again, please, not again“I’m sure you’re right,” Dad said, eyes flicking to his mirrors more than was necessary.
I indicated the clock on the dashboard. “It’s not even eight o’clock yet.”
“I see that,” Dad said, in his best reasoning voice. “But she did run away before, didn’t she? That’s why you were looking for her.”
Since when did my Dad become a mind reader?
“That was different,” I reassured both of us. “Addy didn’t run away from family. She ran away from a bad situatio
