Brooklynn pointed to her right. “Turn up there.”
“Believe it or not, I know where your parents live,” Dave said, seemingly nonplussed about this formal meeting. “I mean, they’re Magleby’s.”
“I know,” Brooklynn said. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Yeah?” He reached over and took her hand in his. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “And don’t say you don’t believe me.” In her therapy group, it was okay to say I don’t know. The group leader might ask questions, but she could pass on answering them if she wanted to. Dave pushed her for answers, and most of the time, she did know why she felt a certain way. But tonight, she didn’t.
I don’t knowAbsently, she reached up and fingered the diamond ring she wore on a chain around her neck.
“I wasn’t going to say that,” he said, glancing at her. “Is that
