“Erm, nothing much,” Felicity stuttered, hiding her flushing cheeks in her hair. Thankful she didn’t choke on her tea, she placed her mug on the coffee table, if only to stall. “Watched Netflix, the usual.” She hated lying to her parents, and the guilt already gnawed at her, so she stretched the truth, just a little. “I ended up going out for a few drinks with some friends last night. Nothing major, though.”
“Oh, so that’s why you were still in bed when I phoned you this morning. You should’ve just told us,” Tanya chuckled over the rim of her teacup. At her mother’s light tone, Felicity felt some of her tension release. Knowing Tanya wasn’t upset eased the guilt gnawing inside Felicity—if only her mother knew the full story.
A nervous - somewhat hysterical - laugh escaped Felicity’s lips
