I turned to him slowly, already regretting getting in the car. “Dad. Please.”
He pretended not to hear me. “She suspects you’ve been… you know.”
“Don’t.”
He winced, like the words were physically hurting him. “Okay. Okay. She said… she thinks you’ve been… touching yourself.”
Silence dropped in the car like a bomb.
I blinked slowly.
My soul left my body.
“What?!” I screamed, throwing my hands up in disbelief. “What did she say?!”
My dad gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him from jumping out of the moving car. “She said you’ve been… exploring your body. Maybe. Possibly. She wasn’t sure, but she said she heard..”
“Heard what?!”
“Some sounds.”
“Oh my God. No. No, no, no. I’m jumping out. I’m opening the door. This is not happening. This is not happening.”
