Emberly
I walked into the house with Evan behind me, the ride back home was silent. Not after the stunt he just pulled. The door barely closed before my mother was there.
“Emberly.”
The way she said my name, out of breath, made my stomach drop.
She rushed forward, her hands already on me, her fingers gripping my arms, my shoulders, my waist. Her eyes scanned me like she was searching for blood, bruises, proof that something terrible had happened.
“Are you hurt?” she asked, voice trembling. “Anywhere? Tell me the truth.”
I blinked at her, confused. “No… Mom. I’m fine.”
She didn’t believe me. Mothers never do. She stepped back just enough to look at my face, her hands still hovering like she was afraid to let go.
“Where have you been?” she demanded. “Do you have any idea what you put
