“Where did you go last night?”
I glanced at my mother who was washing the dishes on the kitchen sink. Tucking baby Emily’s blanket, I walked towards her and grabbed the plate from her hold. “Rest, mom. I can do this.”
“You’re not answering my question.” Last night was a mess. I punched Zach Herren’s face, someone grabbed my back and shoulders to stop, told Jake to f**k off and leave me alone, and ended up in The Barbs trashing with some of my friends with hard liquor so that I almost killed myself.
Well, that’s for Jake. He went home in the afternoon. “Just had fun, mom.”
“What kind of fun, Owen?”
“With my friends. In, uhm, The Barbs.” I couldn’t look at her.
“Did you sell drugs, Owen? With Jake?” I gasped. How did she know that? Turning my head to the side, I saw the corner of
