“Dodo!” Mona shrieked, throwing her arms around me. “What happened? Mom said you were in some sort of trouble.”
“You can’t keep out of it, can you, Dodo?” Hank asked affectionately, ruffling my hair.
“Dodo, what are we going to do with you?” Owen asked, sighing and rolling his eyes. Michele, who was with them, said nothing but just stared at me. Taking a deep breath, I went through the litany again, stopping every time one of them had a comment, which was often.
“You scared the hell out of us,” Rafe said quietly, squeezing my hand. He was subdued instead of being his usual effervescent self.
“You still haven’t told me why you’re here,” I said, squeezing back. “I’m glad you are, but how did you know?”