The next day I waited.
I waited in my room, in the dark, for the sun to come up. I waited for homemade waffles for breakfast. I waited while David claimed his leg hurt, limping to the front door, and Dad said, “David, no one has time for this. Please stop acting like your leg is going to fall off and go wait for the bus. I need to take Meggie to school.”
“Everything’s always about Megan,” David said, then glared at me and slammed the front door as he left.
At school, I waited while Dad checked my car to make sure it was running okay.