In the end, Mr. Macken was right: I didn’t go to dinner with them. This was mostly because they didn’t actually go to dinner. They argued instead. Mrs. Macken took the twins up to the apartment and Mr. Macken and Aiden followed.
As much as I wanted to...I didn’t. Heart in my throat, tears pricking the corners of my eyes, I waited by the Bronco. I know I should drive back to Ellie and Caleb’s. I know I should mind my own business. I should at least get out of the cold. I can’t bring myself to do any of these. I need to know what’s happening with the twins.
And apparently that means I don’t mind sitting in the Bronco, looking up at the apartment like some sort of stalker. Shadows flick back and forth against the bright windows. Is Aiden pacing? Is his dad lecturing him? It’s probably not h
