Chapter Six
“Christopher came to the house? Where was I? Why didn’t you get me?”
“His brother had only brought you home a few hours earlier. You were crying and you’d obviously been drinking. We got you upstairs and you’d finally just fallen asleep.”
“You should have gotten me. And Daddy knew?”
“Your father was the one who answered the door.”
I rest my head on the counter. Christopher had come for me. Maybe he’d come to apologize. Maybe he’d come to explain why he’d shown up at the prom with Jessica Riley only weeks after telling me he loved me. “What did he say?” I ask, my head still bowed.
“Your father only told me about it after Christopher had already left. He said Christopher was upset. Your father thought maybe he’d been drinking, too. Said he’d been rambling on about his mothe
