“They’re teenagers!”
“And thousands of teenagers somehow manage not to destroy property and humiliate people.”
He went quiet.
Then I finally said the sentence I had apparently been carrying for years.
“Call Melissa. Their things are packed.”
Twenty minutes later, I pulled into the driveway.
Daniel sat on the curb with both hands over his face. Alyssa’s eyes were swollen from crying. Jason stood with his arms crossed pretending indifference even though his hands shook beside his pockets.
