Jo squeezed my wrist, her brown eyes probably seeing everything that had just flashed through my head. "Leigh?"

"I'm fine," I mumbled.

She frowned, clearly not believing me, and picked at her corndog some more. "I think I'm going to get lost on the way home from school today and drop off my recycling petition at city hall. Being grounded sucks."

"Tell me how it goes." I squeezed a huge dollop of ketchup on my tray then stared at my food, not quite ready to ...