"Leigh's in trouble, isn't she?" The words came out helpless, resigned.

Her friends stood there, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, their expressions matching what I already knew.

Callum gripped his sister's shoulder and aimed a grim look at me. "Whatever you need, we'll help."

Jo wiped her face. "She told us not to, Cal."

"Whatever you need," Callum said again, his voice stern.

Just then, Mrs. Gonzalez's car pulled into my driveway up the ...