Chapter Thirteen
“Your dad’s pulling up now,” Laura said.
Sara stared at the open door, where her mom was holding the pages from Chelsea’s journal. She wished now for the rest of it, because she realized her sister had never shared any of these worries with anyone.
Devon was sitting on the now cleared sofa, his hand to his head and his eyes shut, likely taking a minute to get his head around the bombshell Chelsea had scribbled down but hadn’t shared with any of them. Paige too was sitting in a chair in the living room, which appeared almost back to normal, though the kitchen still had dishes everywhere.
Sara stood in the hallway at the foot of the stairs and leaned on the railing, watching her parents in the darkness outside. Her mom was in her dad’s face, holding the papers up, and th
