I need to go to Miller's, but I can't bring myself to leave. I pace my room, fury driving my stomping steps around the end of my bed to the window and back again.

My phone vibrates. I check the message, expecting a hateful note from Dad, only to see Susan's smiling icon staring back at me.

I call, on impulse, sink to the edge of the bed, still shaking.

She answers right away. "Riley!" She sounds happy for once. "Sorry to bug you, honey. I just wanted to check in ...