When I stood up to leave, sure of my path, I suddenly realized I was still wearing Paige’s robe. “Crap,” I muttered, looking down at it. I smiled to myself, wondering if anyone had seen me running through the park. That must have been interesting.
I snorted to myself and glanced at my watch. Hm… I’d been here an hour. I frowned, Mom would be worried. I began walking towards the pathway out. And then I froze.
“Paige?”
She looked down and away from me. “She told me about this,” she said quietly.
I felt the surging anger return, and I could barely repress it. “Did she?” I asked, attempting nonchalonce. She flinched. She must have heard the anger behind my words.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I wanted to tell you. But… I didn’t.”
I looked away from her, into the darkened night. “Why didn’t you?” I asked, frustrated.
“Keen had us sign a legal document. Standard you-don’t-tell-I-don’t-tell thing. I… didn’t want to tell you until… you could take it.”
“Meaning what, exactly?” I asked sharply.