The door was unlocked when Katarina dropped me back home and, thankfully, mom wasn’t home just yet.
Katarina had set me up with an ice bag and new set of clothing and was speaking to Phil after I’d gotten out of the shower. I’d heard him crying and was careful not to try to come out of the bathroom until after I’d heard his footsteps on the stairs. I didn’t want to ruin their moment and, when I finally stepped out of the bathroom, she’d looked . . . relieved somehow, even with red rimmed eyes. Katarina wasn’t the type to wallow though and with a clear of her throat, had continued on as if everything was A-okay.
Shutting the door after myself, I found myself moving upstairs, hesitating at Theo’s door. Biting my lip, I decided it was best we clear the air here. I nearly knocke
