“You have the coolest dad in the universe,” Crimson complimented me. “Not only does he cook with you, he goes shopping with you?”
I folded my legs on my bed. “He loves to. He always did with my mom. Whatever he’s doing with me, he always did it with her.”
She lied on her back, her ankles dangling over the edge of the mattress. “And there’s my dad. And Fabian. Two idiots.” She was back, relating to Fabian and roasting him whenever she got the opportunity. “Are you going prom shopping?”
“I don’t know. My dad wanted to take me but…” I rubbed the glass of juice in my hand. “I don’t have my ID card.”
“You don’t?” Crimson sat up. “That’s messed up. The agents aren’t going to leave you alone until they see you have one.”
“Arian took it,” I said.
She fell back. “Guess he’s back to doing his
