Her mother didn’t say a word, just pointed and Kim left the table. She barely had the door to her room closed before she heard her parents burst into laughter.
Kim picked up Travis’s picture and looked at it. “If you were here now I’d teach you a dirty word.”
Sighing, she stretched out on her bed and waited for her dad to be sent to “talk” to her—and to slip her some food. He was the sweet one while her mother did the discipline. Kim thought it was very unfair that she was being punished for repeating something she’d heard her mother say several times.
“Bastard parents!” Kim muttered and held Travis’s picture close to her chest. She would never forget him and she would never stop looking for him.