“I didn’t hear you come home last night.” My mother says, overemphasising the words home and night as I walk into the kitchen and pour a mug of coffee from the freshly brewed pot.
“Yes I think it was actually morning when I got back, I tried to be quiet, I guess it worked.” I confess, taking a sip of the hot drink and crossing my fingers that the caffeine does it’s trick quickly. Not that I can remember getting back at all, but I definitely remember seeing our old clock in the Beta suite at just after 1am and I left quite sometime after that, so it was definitely morning when I got back to the house. I vaguely remember Jordan offering to let me sleep in my old bedroom so that I didn’t have to come back here, but as much as I was tempted, even drunk me knew that it was a bad idea. I don’t
