On your eighteenth birthday, you and Emelise had an argument. It ended with you storming out and ending all contact with your family. That was three months ago.

Now, you’re back.

It was storming when Emelise heard a knock on the door. She went downstairs and opened it. Her jaw dropped when she saw you, drenched, standing on her doorstep. “Oh, baby,” she whispered before enveloping you in a tight hug.