Chapter Twenty-Three
Flynn
I knocked on Cat’s bedroom door and waited. Total silence greeted me.
“Cat,” I called through the door. “The principal left me a message this afternoon while I was flying. I know you skipped your afternoon classes and missed the bus home. Please just come talk to me and tell me what’s going on.”
I leaned a hand on the doorframe above my head. Parenting wasn’t easy. Plus, I wasn’t technically Cat’s parent. It had been hard enough with Nora. Grant had been eighteen when our mother died. He was far too mature for his years, having been the de facto parent to both Nora and Cat while their father was hardly around before he passed away, and then while our mom was sick.
It certainly wasn’t fair to Grant, but he’d made my job easier. He’d actually been able to rela
