Baley greeted me at the door and I paused when I heard voices in the living room. Deep voices. My intuition kicked in and a cold chill crept over me. My dad called my name as I shut the door behind me. Goose bumps rose up on my arms as I headed into the living room and I stopped abruptly in the doorway. Paul and Damon Thompson were inside, talking to my mom and dad. They all fell quiet when they saw me. All the wall screens in the house were turned off. There wasn’t a single noise, only loud silence. Even my mother’s face was sullen. I was in trouble. “Where have you been?” Dad asked. He sat next to my mom on the couch. “I went out with Clare,” I said, and managed to keep my voice steady. “I didn’t ask who you were with, I asked where you were,” he repeated. I studied each face and tried to guess what I did wrong tonight. Leaving the house wasn’t against my probation terms.
