Heather took the phone from her father, her hand trembling and her eyes staring into her father’s face.
“H-hello?” she said softly.
“Hi! Hey, where did you run off to?” said Jillian’s voice.
“I . . . I came home,” Heather said. “What happened to you?”
“Oh, I went dancing with Gage,” was her reply. “Well, we started out to do that, then . . . well, we found a cozy spot to be alone. But Rich came in and ruined it all. Honestly, he was worse than Mom. Anyway, after I tried to find you, I figured that you must have already taken off, so I left.”
Heather’s brain was reeling. She felt so confused and puzzled that she did not know what to say. “But . . . what about your brother?” she finally asked.
There was a slight pause. Then, “He disappeared with some friends. He didn’t say where to, though.” There seemed almost a strange tone to Jillian’s voice, but Heather was caught by both a desperate desire for what she was hearing to be true and a horror too great for her mind to absorb.
“He’s okay?” she stammered. “And you’re okay?”
Jillian’s voice laughed. “Yes! Satisfied? And I want to stay that way, so don’t tell your parents about where we were tonight. They might tell my mom, and I’ll never have any peace.”
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