Dad blames me, but I did not expect him to be so â well â so cold. How could he say something like that in front of everyone? He just announced that he doesnât give a damn about me, or my feelings.
âKat?â When I look up, Greg is standing in front of me. His hand touches my shoulder. After Dadâs words hitting me like an ice cold shower, Gregâs touch feels welcome. He cares, and my father doesnât.
I watch my Dad pace across the patio. My mother tries to stop him with an outstretched hand. He brushes it away, ignores her, and continues marching around, mumbling to himself. His hands rake through his hair while he glares toward me every few seconds.
Mom whispers something to him.
âNo, I will not calm down!â my father shouts. He kicks one of Momâs petunia pots. Dirt and a rainbow of pinks and purples fly through the air. The flowers land on the ground, close to my feet.
Scott grabs my hand. âCome on, letâs go search by the river.â
Greg holds up his hand. âHold on. Letâs organize this and do it properly. Weâll all split up.â
Greg turns to Dad. âDave, weâll go down by the river together.â
Iâm grateful to Greg for getting my father out of here. If anybody can handle his temper right now, itâs him.
My dad stares at Greg with narrowed eyes. Everybody is quiet, waiting to see what heâll do. My breath releases when he says, âFine,â and strides toward the river.
Greg watches Dad walk away then says to Amy. âHoney, you take Maria with you and go around to the neighbors. Maybe theyâve seen her.â
Amy nods. She and Mom walk away, arms around each other.
Greg starts sprinting after my father.
âWhat about us?â yells Scott.
Greg turns. We can hardly see him anymore in the last of the evening light. âYou guys grab a flashlight and look around the property. Donât go too far into the woods.â Greg points toward the trees bordering the back of the yard before turning and disappearing over the riverbank.
I go into the house for a flashlight. Scott is waiting for me on the patio when I return.
âLetâs go.â I turn on the light and we follow its beam across the yard.
âSorry to drag you into this.â I stare at the beam of light, embarrassed to look at Scott after my dadâs outburst.
âNot a problem. I wasnât sure if Iâd see you again afterâ¦â
Scottâs voice trails off.
âWatch that tree root.â I point with the flashlight at a large tree root sticking out of the ground.
âAfter the other night?â I ask, completing Scottâs sentence. I stop and point the flashlight up into the trees. Would Sarah climb up and get stuck?
Scottâs footsteps stop beside me.
âWell, yeah. It was kind of weird. It was like I did something that freaked you out.â
I start walking again, still looking up at the branches. Scott shuffles along beside me.
âOuch,â I yelp, stubbing my toe on a large stone.
Scott grabs my elbow so I donât fall.
âThanks, Iâm okay. Guess I better keep the light on the ground.â
âWhat did happen?â
I try to distract him and change the subject. âYou mean with Sarah tonight?â
âNo, Iâll let you save that one for your dad. I donât envy you having to deal with him later.â
I snort in agreement.
âWhat happened to you the other night?â
I point the light at a grouping of evergreens. âWhy donât we look over there? She could be hiding behind one of those.â
âFine.â
He sounds annoyed. I donât want him to be mad at me. Heâs the only friend who will talk to me right now. My stomach tenses at the thought of losing both Scott and Steph.
âIt was nothing,â I finally answer him. âI guess I had a strange dream or something that freaked me out.â
Scott grunts.
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