Amari's POV
“Amari, we have been worried sick.” Her eyes quickly darted to my hands. “What is that in your hands?” My mom’s voice was filled with anguish. Still, a hint of anger filled her perfect emerald eyes. I had disappeared for days, without as much as a phone call. I could sense her inching forward, cautiously assessing if it was safe to approach me. Mom had a keen sense of smell. I had not showered in days; I was probably not pleasant to the nose.
“I was out,” I replied abruptly. Instantly I saw the pain in my mother’s eyes, I felt sorrow in my heart as her eyes fell to the ground. There was no reason for my tone, yet I did not stop. “I don’t have to tell anyone where I am,” I pushed past her. Without another word, I made my way to my room, slamming the door behind me.
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