“Last night, after you guys left, I was really worried that you were hurt worse than you said.”

“I wasn’t. I told you that.”

“Still. I was worried.”

“I’m sorry, buddy. I hate that you were upset about it.”

“I kept looking out to see if your car was back yet, and I saw someone out here. They went up the ramp with something white and then they ran down the ramp and got in a car that was waiting for them.”

Nick’s heart nearly stopped beating when he realized Scotty had witnessed Brooke being delivered to their house.

“And then this morning, I woke up really early, and there was nothing to do, so I went on the computer. Celia lets us use the computer in the office. I knew she wouldn’t care. I went on Facebook and Instagram, and I saw...I saw...”

“What? What did you see?”

Scotty glanced at Nick, seeming embarrassed and afraid at the same time. “Brooke.”

Nick’s stomach dropped. “What about her?”

“She... She was naked, and there were guys. Doing stuff.”

Nick closed his eyes as he absorbed the blow. “Oh, no.” He took a deep breath that caused him considerable pain. “Show me.”

“Do I have to?”

“Log me in to your accounts. I’ll take it from there.”

Scotty got up and went to the room Sam and Nick used as an office and sat at the computer to log in to his accounts. “The stuff I saw was on Brooke’s page.”

Leaning over his shoulder, Nick said, “How do I find that?”

“Here.” Scotty clicked on the links and opened the pages, which Nick immediately minimized when he caught the gist with a quick glance at what was there.

“What’s going on, Nick? I thought she was at school until today. That’s why Abby and Ethan stayed over last night. Because their parents are leaving this morning to go get Brooke for Thanksgiving.”

Nick stood up straight as Scotty turned in the desk chair to face him. A fierce internal debate ran through Nick’s mind as he tried to figure out what he should tell Scotty about what happened last night. The boy was almost thirteen and incredibly perceptive. He’d also witnessed a potential crime, and the implications of that hit Nick like a punch to the gut.

“I’m going to tell you the truth, okay?”

Scotty swallowed hard and nodded, his eyes wide with what might’ve been fear.

Nick explained about how they’d come home to find Brooke wrapped in a sheet at their front door and the long night they’d spent with her at the hospital.

“Why would she do drugs? She knows better than that.”