« Emily hasn’t been in class all week, » her teacher told me. That made no sense — I watched my daughter leave every morning. So I followed her. When she stepped off the bus and got into a pickup truck instead of going inside, my heart stopped. When the truck pulled away, I drove after them.
I never thought I’d be the kind of mother who follows her child, but when I discovered she’d been lying to me, that’s exactly what I did.
Emily is 14. Her dad, Mark, and I split up years ago. He’s the guy who remembers your favorite ice cream but forgets to sign permission slips or book appointments. Mark is all heart but no organization, and I couldn’t carry it all by myself anymore.
I thought Emily had adjusted well.
But the terrible teens have a way of bringing problems to the surface.
I discovered she’d been lying to me.
Emily seemed like her usual self.
She was a bit quieter, maybe a little more glued to her phone than usual, a bit overly fond of wearing oversized hoodies that covered half her face, but nothing that screamed « crisis. »
She left for school every morning at 7:30 a.m. Her grades were good, and when I asked how school was going, she always said it was fine.
Then I got a phone call from the school.
When I asked how school was going, she always said it was fine.
I answered right away. I assumed she had a fever or forgot her gym shoes.
« This is Mrs. Carter, Emily’s homeroom teacher. I wanted to check in because Emily has been absent all week. »
I almost laughed; it was just so out of character for my Emily.
« That can’t be right. » I pushed back from my desk. « She leaves the house every morning. I watch her walk out the door. »
There was a long, heavy beat of silence.
« She leaves the house every morning. I watch her walk out the door. »
« No, » Mrs. Carter said. « She hasn’t been in any of her classes since Monday. »
« Monday… okay. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll talk to her. »
I hung up the phone and sat there. My daughter had been pretending to go to school all week… where had she really been going?
When Emily came home that evening, I was waiting for her.
« How was school, Em? » I asked.
When Emily came home that evening, I was waiting for her.
« The usual, » she replied. « I got a whole ton of math homework, and History is so boring. »
« And what about your friends? »
She stiffened.
« Em? »
Emily rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. « What is this? The Spanish Inquisition? »
She stomped off to her room, and I watched her go. She’d been lying for four days, so I figured a direct confrontation would just make her dig a deeper hole.
I needed a different approach.
She’d been lying for four days.
***
The next morning, I went through the motions.
I watched her walk away down the driveway. Then, I ran for the car. I parked a short distance from the bus stop and watched her get on the bus. Nothing concerning so far.
So, I followed the bus. When it hissed to a stop in front of the high school, a sea of teenagers poured out. Emily was among them.
But as the crowd flowed toward the heavy double doors of the building, she peeled off.
I watched her walk away down the driveway.
She lingered by the bus stop sign.
What are you doing? I soon got my answer.
An old pickup truck rolled up to the curb. It was rusted around the wheel wells and had a dent in the tailgate. Emily yanked the passenger door open and hopped in.
My pulse turned into a drum solo against my ribs. My first instinct was to call the authorities. I was reaching for my phone… but she’d smiled when she saw the truck, and he’d climbed in willingly.
The truck pulled away. I followed them.
Emily yanked the passenger door open and hopped in.
Maybe I was overreacting, but even if Emily wasn’t in danger, she was still skipping school, and I needed to know why.
They drove toward the outskirts of town, where the strip malls give way to quiet parks. They eventually pulled into a gravel lot near the lake.
« If I’m about to catch you skipping school to be with a boyfriend you haven’t told me about… » I growled as I pulled into the lot behind them.
I parked a short distance away, and that’s when I saw the driver.
They drove toward the outskirts of town.
