Chapter 81

Clam 

Locke and I spin around together. Dad is leaning casually against the doorframe, coffee mug in one hand, studying the hurricane we’ve created out of his office with the expression of a man who’s trying very hard not to smile. 

“…or you’ve found something that I’m really not gonna like.” 

For a second, neither of us says anything, then Locke looks at me. A silent invitation: 

Your discovery, baby. You explain it. 

I take a slow breath. “Dad…” 

He straightens immediately. “What is it, sweetheart?”