CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
I didn’t move. I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe.
Then it all started coming at me at the same time. When Denton told me, “Our parents are a joke. My dad’s always hated her. Our mom’s never had the time for her. She’s only got me.”
When my dad had snorted. “He grew up next door. His folks were best friends with Sharon and me.” He shuddered. “That was a big mistake.”
When Denton had confided in me so long ago, in high school. “Mena has been . . . awful lately. I don’t know what’s going on with her. She just is angry and she takes it out on everyone. Dad’s called me three times this weekend to come over because he can’t handle her anymore.”
I choked out, “What?”
Denton’s voice haunted me again. “Our dad won’t have anything to do with us, well, with Mena. He’ll talk to
