"Yeah," Rosario said. The knowledge felt like a stone in her stomach. "She's s'posed to be on till seven. That's— she's blowing off almost a full day and she's saying it's nothing bad? It's obviously bad, right?" It had to be bad. When would her mom have partied with Archer's dad? Definitely not anytime after Rosario was born. Which meant she must've been in high school. Underage. Well, yeah, that was lots of kids, but she'd gone dead white when she'd seen Archer's face, and that didn't add up to just wild teenage memories.