Gabe met her in the kitchen, eyes wild. He shook a white paper pharmacy bag at her. “We’re caught.” Michelle looked him over, checking for blood. “What?” Gabe sucked in a breath and let it out in a rush. “My dad . . .” Michelle’s stomach sank. “Saw me . . .” She clapped her hands over her mouth. It was obvious where this story was going. Gabe squeezed his eyes shut as if in pain, then yelled, “BUYING CONDOMS!”
