Dad just stared at me. “What’s going on?”
“I, uh . . . ” I felt embarrassed now, and I didn’t know what kind of explanation I could give him. “I just wanted to tell you I didn’t need a ride?” I cleared my throat. “I was gonna just go home.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, straightening up in his seat. “Your mother was going to be cooking ham and cheese casserole. I thought that was one of your favorites.”
It was enough to give me pause, but I shook my head. I needed to go home. I had laundry that needed to be done. Plus, I should check on Adam and Cam to make sure we were still good. “I have a few things that I need to get done. I’ll come over Sunday for dinner, though.”
“That’s fine,” he said, waving a hand. “I’ll let her know.” He paused and leaned forward. “Though if you ever feel you need to come home again, our door is always open.”
“Thanks. I’ve got to get back to work,” I said, before cautiously stepping out of his office. I worriedly eyed Kyle’s door, then shot a look down the hallway before I ducked out of the main lobby.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to dodge reality forever. But it had been nice that I could hide from it for the past few days.