I turned and ran back around the house. It was a wussy thing to do, but it felt better than standing around wringing my hands like some pathetic girl.

Jo and Miguel dragged a huge trash bag behind them across the yard. When I opened the sliding glass door for them, Jo locked eyes with mine. Her defeated expression sharpened.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

I shook my head since I didn't want to put it into words. "What's up, Miguel?"

"The sky." He gave me a ...