“Before I forget,” I say, changing subjects, “my dad said he can take us to Lake Bonnie next weekend if you guys want.” Cat sighs. “We can’t. We’re leaving next week.” In only a matter of seconds, my body shifts into panic mode. “Leaving?” I squeak. “B-but you just moved here. Where are you going? When?” Ambrose places a gentle hand on my arm, his expression pinched with concern. “To Lake Tahoe. We’re visiting family. It’s not for good, we’ll be back in two weeks.” “Oh.”
