“She checked herself into rehab.” Uh!  That really is a shocker.  I checked to see if he was joking.  

No, the caterpillar didn’t move.  It stayed flat, like a ruler.

“Your joking right?”  Kyla asked cocking an eyebrow at Dinkle.  He shook his head and cleared his throat.

“I was hired a few months after you two ran away.  She gave me orders to track you down, while she entered rehab.” He said in a matter of fact voice that lawyers use.

“So she’s just been chilling in rehab for like 3 years now?”  I asked unbelieving.

“Well no.  She did get out 2 years ago but she checked herself in again a few months ago.”  Well I don’t know what to say to that.  

But tracking us down?  Really?  You sure did a damn lousy job.  From that smudge on his collar I’d say mom’s been paying him to look for us in an In and Out Burger.  What ever happened to the handsome lawyer stereotype.  

“So what does she want with us?”  Ky asked.  

“Well believe it or not she actually cares about you two.  And she wants to get her life back together.  Hence the rehab.  Hence me.  She has a whole plan set out for you both that I’ll set you up on in just a sec-”

“Not.”  I said cutting him off.  Forgive me I left my manors in the car.  I don’t believe him.  “She hasn’t done shit in 3 years and suddenly she’s planning our life.  Hell no.”  I hissed out.  

“We don’t even know you.”  Kyla put in just as exasperated.  

“You may not know me but I know you and your mother.  I’ve done my research.”  He shot back.

“Like what?”  I inquired. 

“I know when Raife died and I know when you were born and I know when your parents divorced and-”

“Wait!”  Ky and I shouted in sync.  “Our parents didn’t divorce.”  What the hell.

“Well then.  I am very sorry to be that barer of bad news.”  He said in the most unapologetic voice I ever heard in my life.  And trust me I’ve heard many, too many.  I wanna strangle you!  I shouted through my eyes.