That mattered too.
As soon as my parents left, Chloe shut the door.
Then she turned to me. “You didn’t tell me.”
My stomach tightened. “Tell you what?”
She gestured toward the hallway. “About your parents.”
“What about them?”
She looked uncomfortable.
“Nothing.”
“No. You said I didn’t tell you something.”
She sat down. “I just thought…”
“What?”
“From your pictures, I thought your family was kind of…”
She stopped.
“Kind of what?”
“Well-off.”
There it was.
“Why does that matter?”
“It doesn’t.”
“Then why have you acted weird all day?”
Her face tightened. “I haven’t.”
“You have.”
She crossed her arms. “So have you.”
“My parents showed up looking like extras from a disaster movie. I have a reason.”
She almost smiled.
Then she said, “I just don’t like feeling misled.”
That made me laugh. “Who misled you?”
“You made it sound like that car was yours.”
“It is.”
