I sleep on the couch that night because Gracie wants to stay up late reading, and I if I have to be her responsible adult, I’m at least going to be fun about it. It’s comfortable enough. Grandpa has great taste in furniture. And secretly, I want a front row seat to mom getting home and realizing that she’s been locked out of her house.
When I wake up, I’m confused to see that mom still hasn’t come home. It’s well into midmorning and the door is still chained shut. I go check her bedroom window, and it also seems untouched. How weird. My confusion is quickly overpowered by irritation. Far be it for her to just be responsible for her children.
I check my phone to see if she at least called, and remember that literally no one has called all day. Did
