"How did they find out?"
"Who found out?"
"Why would he do that?"
"This isn't right!"
"No shit, but what can we do?"
"I say we go beat him up."
"Did Jeremy know?" Noah's voice thawed me out of my frozen state. I turned to him slowly. He was right beside me, looking at his father with intensity. "Dad. Did. He. Know."
Dad shook his head. "Noah...I don't know what Jeremy knows. But, I think on some level, we have to trust that he didn't."
Noah and I both let out a breath of air.
"There's a lot of unknown right now." Dad said. "Let's get inside. I'll order some pizza and we'll wait for your mom to get home."
"Where's Mom?" Dave asked, frowning.
"She was showing a house near the beach. She'll be home any minute." Dad ushered us to the house. "Let's go in. Get cleaned up. You all smell like sweat and that can really kill an appetite."
"I call shower first!" Dave sprinted for the stairs.
