As you attempted to sneak back inside through the window, You were met with your dad, sitting on the couch, with his hair half up. His head was turned to you, eyeing you with a glance that screamed trouble.

You were so grounded.

At least, that's what you thought...until your dad kept a calm demeanor, even his tone lacked annoyance or anger.

"Where were you?" He asked.

A simple question. No malice, anger, or disappointment. It was...shocking, to say the least.