Chapter 467 The Sleepover Party:> 41

"I think you should start by breathing," I answer, completely confused but absolutely certain we need to talk about this in person. "I'll be right there. Tell mom and dad we're going for ice cream." "Okay," she says. We disconnect and I pull on a shirt. It's about 8 p.m. on a weeknight. It won't seem odd that we're going out for a treat.