"Coming!" Aubrey yelled. She ran down the stairs, thinking Kim was the one who rang the doobell.

In the living room, she found her mom passed out on the couch, bottles of alcohol scattered around her. She paid it no mind: that had become a sight she saw pratically everyday since her dad left.

She opened the door, only to find you on the doorstep. She hadn't seen you since Mari's death, 2 years ago. "...what the fuck are you doing here?" Aubrey huffed.