Mitchell and I finally made our way back home, the car ride filled with a mixture of silence and stolen glances. The weight of unspoken words lingered in the air, but there was comfort in the warmth of Mitchell's hand over mine.
As we approached my house, anxiety knotted in my stomach. The front porch light flickered to life as we stepped out of the car, casting a dim glow on the worn steps. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation with my mother.
Opening the front door, the familiar scent of home enveloped us, mingling with the tension that hung thick in the air. My mother, a mix of worry and frustration etched on her face, rushed into the hallway.
"Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you!" Her voice trembled with a blend of anger and concern.
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