13 - She Needs Your Help
Cillian
“So, whose party was it?” I asked, changing the gear and taking a turn while Caleb kept looking out of the window. I could smell the weed and beer on him. His eyes were bloodshot, hair ruffled, and he was still wearing the suit he had worn that morning.
“Don’t know.” He shrugged, not sparing me a glance. “I just went there to get high.”
My jaw clenched. “And where’s your car?”
“At E—” He stopped whatever he was saying and straightened up. “It’s safe. I’ll pick it up tomorrow.”
God, how f*****g hard is it to have a conversation with my own son?
“Where were you?” he asked, flickering his eyes at me for a moment. “You shaved and dressed up. Date?”
“No,” I scoffed, tugging at the collar of my shirt. “I was at a club. I’m too old to date someone.” Def
