Skylar's POV
Two days had passed by.
Mom and Dad still hadn't returned back from their trip and I didn't bother asking them about it again. They were probably just trying to prolong it even more, trying to come up with something to tell me. And I had a feeling they won't be telling me the truth.
If they wanted to, they would've told me everything on that phone call.
But they hadn't. And I wouldn't let go of it so easily. I think I deserved an explanation.
In school, things went on the same. I didn't see Caden after the thing that happened at my house. I didn't see him in the school hallways, and if he ever came across me, he didn't bother to talk either.
A part of me didn't want to see him too, and the other part of me felt guilty at the way I had acted towards him that night.
I had been rude to him. The least I could've done was thank him after he had practically saved my life. I tried pushing back that slight guilt, but it didn't work.