10
I STARED AT HIM, NOT knowing exactly where to begin. He wouldn’t believe any of my theories, anyway. I’d be wasting my breath. “Honestly, I don’t know.”
“Mom called me and she’s worried sick about you. She and Caleb are out scouring the town looking for your a*s. How long have you been home?”
“I just got here,” I replied, shivering.
“From where? And why aren’t you wearing a jacket? It’s colder than a witch’s tit out here.”
“I’m fine. I’ll call her when we get in.”
He laughed harshly. “You’d better. Who was with you just now?” His eyes scanned the edge of the yard. “Was it Duncan? Did he just take off somewhere into the woods?”
“No. Somebody else.”
“Who?”
“Just a friend. Listen, Nathan, I think Dad was here and that he might have been hurt.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Dad?”
“Ser
