I sat at my desk. Across from me, the phone was sitting there. I wanted to call Dana but the fact that Mom sent her away the way she did kept tugging at the back of my mind.
So I sat there, like a log for two hours.
Eventually I decided to just phone Max and talk to her. The old man wouldn't answer me, and Max also knew my secret, so she could help me.
I dialled her phone number in and put the receiver to my ear. I waited for about half an hour.
"Hello?" said the voice on the receiving end. It wasn't Max. It had to be her mom or sister.
"Can I talk to Max, please?" I crossed my fingers in hope that I could talk to her.
"I don't know when, but Max decided to find out Batman's identity, and now that Mom knows that she knew, she's been grounded and cut off from technology, so she can't talk to you."
Shit.
"Bye."
Great. Max was grounded, the old man wouldn't answer me, and Mom sent Dana away.
All because of one reporter.
Could it get any worse?