“No, I’m pretty sure Caleb will take care of that.”
She stands, picking up her purse from next to the bed.
“Then why are you here?” I ask.
It’s like she’s been waiting for me to ask. She exhales.
“Caleb wronged both of us,” she says.
I squint.
“And you’re just going to let him control you like that?”
“No.” I cross my arms.
“Exactly.” She taps her fingernail on the dresser. “A united front, you know?”
“I thought you hated me.” And this could be a colossal trap. “Besides, I don’t trust you.”
Be a wolf, Margo.
“You don’t have to trust me,” she says. “What matters is that Caleb doesn’t win.”
I slowly nod. Even if I don’t like her, or trust her, she’s right. He’s been playing both of us to certain degrees. Why he chose to use her against me—and vice versa—I’ll never know. But right here, right now?
We could change the game.
“What are you proposing?”
Amelie goes to the window. “Your family is here.”
I flinch. “Foster family.”
“Right,” she whispers. “Whatever.”
I join her, looking down at the car pulling up Ian’s driveway. Angela’s car isn’t ahead or behind them. Most fosters wouldn’t come do the dirty work—they’d let the case worker clean up the mess. Even if the Jenkinses wanted to watch the show…
They get out of the car.
It’s just them.
“Breathe,” Amelie says, touching my shoulder. “I doubt they’re going to rehome you.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“You need to trust people more,” she says. “Seriously.”
The sound of a doorbell echoes through the downstairs, traveling through the walls. I flinch again, stepping away from the window.
This is it.
Ian’s cheerful voice floats up toward us, but I can’t make out what he’s saying.
Amelie grabs my arm. “They’re going to make you go back to school.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll have to see Caleb every day. You’re in what, three classes together?”
I shrug. “Something like that.”
“Meet me in the greenhouse before lunch.”
I shake her loose. “Isn’t that place kind of obvious?”
She flips her hair back. “Isn’t the library a little obvious of you?”
Fair.
I follow her into the hallway. She goes toward Ian’s room, and I eye the stairs. Lenora’s and Robert’s voices are clearer now, but I can’t pick up the anger. Not yet. I force myself to go closer, perching on a step halfway down.
“She was scared,” Ian says.
“We appreciate the explanation,” Robert says, “but we’d like to see her.”
Someone sighs.
“Margo!” Ian’s voice is shockingly loud. His head pops around the corner. He’s not surprised at my closeness, and he smirks. “Ah, listening in?”
“Shut up,” I mumble. I hoist myself up and pass him, walking right up to Lenora and Robert. They seem the worse for wear. They look how I feel. “I’m sorry my mom killed your daughter.”
They stare at me for a second, then Lenora steps forward, drawing me into a hug. She bursts into tears.
My arms hang at my sides. Her reaction is…
Unexpected.
She holds me like I might evaporate.
“We were so worried,” she says in my ear. “Thank God you’re okay. And you’re here. And—”
“Let her breathe, Len,” Robert interrupts.
She steps back, keeping her hands on my shoulders.
I didn’t get a chance to hug her back. I’m sure I have a stupid expression, because I was expecting them to tell me that I was leaving.
Anger.
Hate.
“Margo,” Robert says. “Your mother’s actions don’t define you. And they certainly don’t define us.” He exhales. “We feel horrible that you overheard Caleb.”
I feel horrible, too. Like my gut has gone through a blender.
“It doesn’t change anything,” Lenora says. Her hands push and pull my shoulders, so light I don’t think she realizes she’s doing it.
—head snapping back—
I cringe.
She releases me, eyes wide. “Honey—”
“Thank you.” I’m desperate to recover from that misstep. “Does that mean…?”
“We’re taking you home,” Robert finishes.
I manage to smile.
“I’m glad you worked things out,” Ian says behind me. He sets my backpack down. “I grabbed your bag.”
I take it, eyeing him. My mind goes to the catch. There’s always a catch with him.
“Free of charge,” he says under his breath.
I frown. There’s nothing I can do about it, so I pivot back toward my foster parents and offer them a small smile. “Angela didn’t come?”
Robert winces, bracing the door open with his back. Lenora slips out first, and I follow.
“Well, we didn’t tell her.”
My jaw drops.
“We hoped we could find you before it became necessary,” Lenora says. “I know it’s a bit unorthodox. And it could’ve backfired.”
“But the consequences would’ve been worse,” Robert adds. “You’re already labeled as a runaway risk. I’m sorry, but it’s true.”
I exhale. We climb into the car, and I shake my head.
“You didn’t tell her. She doesn’t know.”
Relief. Confusion.
It’s all white noise buzzing in my ears.
They saved me.
After everything.
“What now?” I ask in the car.
Robert pulls the car out onto the road. I shoot one last glance back toward Ian’s house. He wasn’t that bad—better than I expected with nowhere left to go.
“We’re going home,” he says. “And we’ll… we’ll figure this out. But you’re not going anywhere unless you want to. Do you?”
I blink. “Do I what?”
“Want to go to a different family?” He readjusts his grip on the steering wheel.
“No.” I bite my lip. It’s time to stop hiding behind fear and speak what I want into existence. “I want to stay.”
Lenora sniffs. “Good.”
We ride the rest of the way in silence. I’m exhausted from the past two days. There are too many emotions swirling around my head. The sudden switch from liking Caleb to hate—it’s left me cold. And confused.
And his body against mine last night, his fingers invading me.
I shudder.
Back at the Jenkins’s house, I shoulder my bag and make my way to my room. Everything is exactly the same as the way I left it.
I lie down, and Caleb’s scent surrounds me. Another tear slides down my cheek. I could sleep away the whole day. But after a few minutes of breathing deeply, I push myself up. I have to go to school with him tomorrow.
Where he’ll undoubtedly try to act like nothing has changed between us.