Then quickly looked away.
My stomach tightened. “Did anything happen while I was getting my key?”
Mom hesitated. “She asked whether you were on financial aid.”
I stared at her. “She asked you that?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say?”
“That your finances were your business.”
“And then?”
“She asked if you had enough money for the meal plan.”
I closed my eyes.
Dad added, “Her dad mentioned there were campus jobs if you needed extra money.”
I looked at him. “Maybe he was trying to help.”
“He probably was.”
I frowned. “You’re defending him now?”
“I’m trying not to become the thing I’m warning you about.”
That shut me up again.
We went back inside.
And now I was watching.
Really watching.
Chloe asked whether I’d brought a mini fridge.
I said no.
She glanced at hers.
“Maybe we should each keep our own food separate.”
I stared at her.
