Zoe was sitting on the couch, crying. "What's wrong?" Jon asked.
"What's wrong?" demanded their mother. "What's wrong? You have the nerve to ask that after all the things you two have done? I found out about everything, Jon. You two did this in my house, under my nose and you have the gall to ask 'what's wrong? It should be obvious what's wrong.'"
"But I really don't know what happened, Mom," Jon said. He was so confused. He knew something had happened and it appeared that that something was very, very bad.
"I'm sorry, Jon," sobbed Zoe. "It's my fault. I didn't mean to let her know, but I couldn't help it. I'm so sorry. She found out that..."
