Jack met me at our usual spot after school, leaning against the light post with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
“Ready?” he snapped.
I was right on time, but I didn’t bother saying so. Anyway, he was the one who kept forgetting or being late.
“You know you don’t need to walk me,” I mumbled. “I can get home on my own.” Now that I’d met our father, I didn’t see what the big threat was. He clearly wasn’t going to try to abduct me again. Still, Jack insisted on walking me to and from school.
“Yes, I do,” he grumbled.
I rolled my eyes when he wasn’t looking.
The more time that went by, the more annoyed I became with him. He refused to talk about our family and his past, no matter when or how I brought it up. I didn’t think I deserved to be left in the dark. Didn’t he think it w
