Chapitre 95: Chapter 95: Red-handed

MONDAY MORNING, I KNEW something was wrong as soon as I walked into the kitchen. Dad stood in the middle of the room, his hands on his hips and scowling. What now? My stomach clenched. Had he somehow found out about Zander being in my bedroom last night?

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He pressed his lips together, staring at me like he'd never seen me before. Then with a grunt of disappointment, he ran his hands through his hair and pointed to the kitchen table. "Sit."

With robotic movements, I settled into the nearest chair, burying my nervous hands under my bottom.

Dad lowered himself into the chair across from me.

"Tru, I received a surprising phone call this morning. Can you guess who it might have been from?"

With a loud swallow, I said, "No." Who tipped him off? Did a neighbor see Zander leave?

Dad shook his head. "Tru, I think I've been too lenient with you since your mother ..." He broke off, unable to finish his sentence. "But not anymore," he rallied.