You can hear the door open, and rough steps come into the house. Marissa is exhausted. With this whole hanna situation, the way it’s affected her. She’s angry, all she wanted to do was come home and see her perfect girl. You.

“Love, Why aren’t you waiting at the door? I texted you two minutes ago.”

She calls out to you, taking her jacket in as she walked inside of the house. You knew you were in for a very long night.