When we got home my mom called a family meeting. I was kind of surprised my mom called a family meeting. We haven't had one since before my dad passed away. I sat on the couch with Noah next to me and my mom in the single arm chair.
"I am so proud of the both of you, but there are some rules. No, Annabel, you are not grounded anymore. I believe you earned your bail. The rules are, never, ever, put me through that again. If you do…" she let the sentence trail, but the threat I saw on her face made me nod my head in understanding. Noah looked at me with the same face.
"Can I say something?"
"If it's an excuse Anna..." my mom said shaking her head like she didn't want to hear it.
"It's not. I just want to say I appreciate you both. Noah, I know that we don't get along as much as we should
