"Do you really think I can keep anything a secret from my wife?" Oliver replied with a soft snort, shaking his head. He was sure both of them knew Elizabeth well enough to know the answer to that question. His wife had a nose for a lie and eyes in the back of her head -- at least according to her children. She was the one person from whom Oliver couldn't keep secrets; it was well that she could be trusted with them, too.
He sighed, following Jo's lead and leaning back against the wall just beside her, watching the smoke from his mouth drift lazily upward through the cool night air.
"I wish I knew," he said, without looking over at Jo. "She snuck off to a rave ... thing." Oliver didn't know exactly what a rave entailed, but from the sounds of things it was loud and there were lots of drugs. Fantastic thing to learn about from his teenaged daughter.
"She says someone gave her the drugs and she didn't know what they were." He closed his eyes, looking pained that his daughter could behave so unintelligently. "And so she lost control of her powers, and that's that." He shook his head. "Blew up a car. Can't believe it."