Pale.
Hands clasped tightly between his knees.
Lily’s father, David Monroe, sat beside him.
He looked exhausted.
Not angry exactly.
But shaken.
I smiled awkwardly.
“So… what’s going on? Is this about the wig?”
David stared at me.
Then looked at Ethan.
“You really didn’t tell her?”
My smile disappeared.
“Tell me what?”
David looked back at me.
“You have no idea
what your son has done, do you?”
Then he turned to Ethan.
“Please tell her the truth yourself right now, or I’ll have to.”
I looked at my son.
He couldn’t even meet my eyes.
“Ethan?”
Nothing.
My stomach tightened.
“Sweetheart, whatever happened, just tell me.”
His voice came out small.
“I sold my computer.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“My gaming computer.”
I stared.
The computer he’d saved for nearly two years to buy.
Birthday money.
Christmas money.
Lawn jobs.
Helping Mr. Patel down the street clean out his garage.
