I sit up and lean forward to peek out of the window. It looks like we're pulling into a parking lot. My father parks and kills the engine. He turns around in his seat and faces me.

"So...where are we going?" I ask him.

"There's something I need to show you," he tells me.

"Okay."

Mom steps out of the car before I have the chance to get out myself and I follow her out of the car.

"Where's your sister?" I ask my mother.

"Inside. She's helping me clean up the kitchen," my mom explains.

She leads me inside the house and into the living room, where the others...