Tug-o-war, or as it should be named, mud-o-war, was fun while it lasted—before the drug deal— but it took four times washing my hair to get all the grime out, and I only fell once. I could only imagine how Caty must have felt falling twice. I laid there and thought about Vahn and his request for me to call when I got home. I finally relented and picked up my cell, looking at his number and chuckling as I thought about programming it. I quickly saved his name to that number before pressing the send button. It didn’t get through two seconds of his ringback before he picked up. “Keeley?”“Yes, Dad,” I joked. “Very funny. I was worried.”“Ugh, seriously. You don’t even know me, you can’t be that worried.”“Just because I haven’t known you your whole life, doesn’t mean I can’t care.”I twirled my hair around my finger. “If you’re gonna worry about me so much, maybe we should get to know each other. I’ll start. Why are you spying on Steve? For real this time, no roundabout answers.”“Fine.”
