It was only seven in the evening, and I didn’t have to be home until eleven, but I couldn’t celebrate Blake’s arrest. It made me feel sick, and if Aaron made one more toast, I was going to punch him. Both of my parents’ cars were in the drive, which was unusual on a weekday, since they didn’t leave work until about this time. My nerves rattled as I opened the door and yelled out, “Hello?” “We’re in the kitchen,” Mum replied, and I took a left, under the arched doorway. The last time we had a kitchen talk was three years ago when they were giving me the talk after I got together with Danny. I could still remember the horror I felt at having them explain contraception. Not to mention when Mum slid a condom over a banana, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. The day I found out I was pregnant, I burned the remaining condoms Danny and I had. “Sit down, Mackenzie,” Dad said.
