Your daughter never slammed her door.

You and your husband, Simon. Both shared a glance, trying to figure out what the problem was.. until you heard it, a sob coming from your daughter.

Without thinking, Simon was already down the hallway storming toward your daughters room, “Hey now—“ your voice was trailed off by him grunting in reply.

“Somethings wrong.” He replied in a grumbled tone.

You couldn’t deny it, he was right, he always was when it came to your daughter.