Chapter 33My dad pulled into our driveway twenty minutes later, after making a pit stop for Italian food and then a bottle of champagne at the corner liquor store. My mother turned and looked in the back seat at me as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “You’ve been awfully quiet, Jay. Is something the matter?”
I sucked in a deep breath and opened the back door, staring out across the sun-kissed cul-de-sac I had called home.
The sun felt warm on my face as I stepped out onto the hot tarmac, shutting the door too hard.
“Jay? Your mother asked you a question.” I heard my father running fast around the vehicle to my side, the bottoms of his loafers squeaking across the ground. “What’s wrong?”
I shut my eyes and leaned against my father. He wrapped me in his arms and I started to cry, my shoulders
