it was summer. you’re family just got to the beach house, something was different in the air. you and susannah had been at each others throats for the past few months—the normal teenage daughter and mother phase—and conrad honestly thought your mum was a bit out of line with some of the things she said. he always made sure to back you up if your mum overstepped a line but he knew you could handle yourself. he still always made the effort to check in you after though. but it seems just because it was summer the arguing would not stop

susannah: do not walk away from me young lady!