I gape at Jacob with confusion. Why does he look so happy to see me when we didn’t leave things on good terms? He holds his arms open wide, as if he wants me to run to his embrace, but I have no desire to do that. I walk past him, avoiding Bianca’s stare too, and sit next to my Dad.
“I’m glad you came back.” Says my Mom.
I look at her in disbelief. I was expecting her to shout at me, blame me, anything but this. Maybe she is just too worn out to hate me right now. It is easy to see that she has been crying…a lot. It doesn’t look like she has gotten much sleep either. Her hair is ragged, her cheeks sunken, and I can still smell alcohol on her breath. I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. Have they even been able to eat since they are both out of work?
“What happened?” I whisper as tear
