But as the crowd flowed toward the heavy double doors of the building, she peeled off.
I watched her walk away down the driveway.
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She lingered by the bus stop sign.
What are you doing? I soon got my answer.
An old pickup truck rolled up to the curb. It was rusted around the wheel wells and had a dent in the tailgate. Emily yanked the passenger door open and hopped in.
My pulse turned into a drum solo against my ribs. My first instinct was to call the authorities. I was reaching for my phone… but she’d smiled when she saw the truck, and he’d climbed in willingly.
The truck pulled away. I followed them.
Emily yanked the passenger door open and hopped in.
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Maybe I was overreacting, but even if Emily wasn’t in danger, she was still skipping school, and I needed to know why.
They drove toward the outskirts of town, where the strip malls give way to quiet parks. They eventually pulled into a gravel lot near the lake.
“If I’m about to catch you skipping school to be with a boyfriend you haven’t told me about…” I growled as I pulled into the lot behind them.
I parked a short distance away, and that’s when I saw the driver.
They drove toward the outskirts of town.
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“You have got to be kidding me!”
I was out of my car so fast that I didn’t even close the door behind me.
I marched toward the pickup truck. Emily saw me first. She was laughing at something he’d said, but her smile dropped the moment we made eye contact.
I marched up to the driver’s side window and rapped my knuckles against the glass.
Slowly, the window lowered.
“You have got to be kidding me!”
“Hey, Zoe, what are you doing—”
“Following you.” I braced my hands against the door. “What are you doing? Emily is supposed to be in school, and why on earth are you driving this? Where’s your Ford?”
“Well, I took it to the panel beater, but they didn’t—”
I sharply raised my hand. “Emily first. Why are you helping her cut school? You’re her father, Mark, you should know better.”
Emily leaned forward. “I asked him to, Mom. It wasn’t his idea.”
“But he still went along with it. What are you two up to?”
“Why are you helping her cut school?”
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Mark raised his hands in a placating gesture. “She asked me to pick her up because she didn’t want to go—”
“That’s not how life works, Mark! You don’t just opt out of the ninth grade because you don’t feel like it.”
“It’s not like that.”
Emily clenched her jaw. “You don’t get it. I knew you wouldn’t.”
“Then make me get it, Emily. Talk to me.”
Mark looked at Emily. “You said we were going to be honest, Emmy. She’s your mom. She deserves to know.”
Mark raised his hands in a placating gesture.
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Emily lowered her head.
“The other girls… They hate me. It’s not just one person. It’s all of them. They move their bags when I try to sit down. They whisper ‘try-hard’ every time I answer a question in English. In the gym, they act like I’m invisible. They won’t even pass me the ball.”
I felt a sudden, sharp pang in the center of my chest. “Why didn’t you tell me, Em?”
“Because I knew you’d march into the principal’s office and make a giant scene. Then they’d hate me even more for being a snitch.”
“Why didn’t you tell me, Em?”
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“She’s not wrong,” Mark added.
“So your solution was to facilitate a disappearance?” I asked him.
Mark sighed. “She was throwing up every morning, Zoe. Actual, physical sickness from the stress. I thought I could just give her a few days to breathe while we figured out a plan.”
“A plan involves talking to the other parent. What was the endgame here?”
“She was throwing up every morning, Zoe.”
Mark reached into the center console and pulled out a yellow legal pad. It was covered in Emily’s neat, looped handwriting.
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“We were writing it out. I told her that if she reported it clearly — dates, names, specific incidents — the school has to act. We were drafting a formal complaint.”
Emily rubbed her sleeve across her face. “I was going to send it. Eventually.”
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