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My dad pays for the gaain in an aard silence One that doesn’t break e get in the car It lasts halfway ho, but the way the at, it’s almost oppressive

“I had a good time,” I say “Thank you”

Heelse

“I’ot to see your friends”

Dad nods absently “That was nice”

The air falls dead between us again Will he ask me directly? Will he wait until to to say? Do I have the ability to lie to hi I’ve done has been for the sole purpose of not letting hih that pain

But if he knows anyill denying it just make it hurt more? Especially if I deny it and he asks Bryce—who I knoill never lie—and then finding out that I lied to his for bowling and burgers are a really good example of that I don’t want it to be ruined by this

I ignore the whispering of Elle’s voice that he loves me, and that he’ll respect ive conversation on last try “How are things at work?”

“The same Busy”

And that’s the end of that Noup inmyself to speak them out loud

It’s another ten minutes before we pull up into the driveway, the house lit up cheerily froh that’s not surprising since it’s not that late Dad pulls into the driveway and puts the car in park I’et out when he finally speaks “Wait, Katti”

I stop Is this about to happen now? My sto froh ht now…I can’t describe it It’s sad and anxious

He takes a big breath, leaning back against the seat, and closing his eyes for a second Then he clears his throat “Katti, do you have so to tell me?”