Gabby decided she preferred angry Kennedy to suffering Kennedy. “Your attitude needs a lot of work.”

“But we agree I should go, so I’m leaving.” She picked up the bag she’d packed and slung it over her shoulder. Her roller bag was in her other hand and ready to go.

Some of the tension had eased, but the energy in the room felt off. Awkward and uncomfortable. Liam was the one to break through it. “I’ll take you back to school.”

Kennedy shrugged. “No thanks.”

“You don’t get a choice,” he said.

“And you don’t get a say,” Kennedy shot back. “You’re not my father.”

“Yeah, I fucking am.” No anger or yelling. Liam stated it as a fact and made it clear he intended to stake a claim sooner rather than later. “Technically.” He hesitated, clearly realizing the importance of what he’d just said. “So tone it down, and no more yelling and swearing at your mom.”

“You just swore at me.” Kennedy sounded stunned at the thought.

He shot her a half-smile. “Sorry about that. You’re not the only one trying to adjust to a new reality here.”

“Thanks for that, Mom.” But she didn’t sound angry either. More like she, too, was testing out the new world and finding it confusing but maybe not awful.

Gabby was ready for a few hours without either of them. “You two can spend the drive bonding over how awful I am.”

Kennedy nodded. “Okay.”

“That works,” Liam said at the same time. “But you should call one of your friends. Have them come over. I’ll be back by morning.”

“I don’t want to involve anyone else.” Her friends had offered whatever she needed—distance or support—ever since she found Baines’s body in his study. She wasn’t great at reaching out and asking for help. They interpreted her inability as a plea for space when she really didn’t know what she needed other than a few answers.

Liam looked like he was going to reach out and touch her arm but stopped. “I’m not comfortable with you being alone right now. Not today.”

“I’ll be in the car while you two figure this part out.” Kennedy took off, without a goodbye or a hug.

Gabby tried not to react to being dismissed without so much as a hug. Her emotions bounced all over the place, and she tried to remember the sensations were even worse for Kennedy.

Gabby put on a smile for Liam. “You better go. With the mood she’s in, she’ll probably hot-wire your car.”

“I’ll talk to her. She’s wound up and misinterpreted—”

“Thank you.”

Gabby smiled as Liam picked up his gym bag and searched for his keys. It disappeared the minute he walked out the door. She welcomed the silence. She planned to fill it with research.