Ruby
After saying good night to Caleb, I trudged up the path towards my front door, clutching hold of my bag and the book that I borrowed. The light was off in the sitting room but the bluish glow of the TV was flickering through the curtains.
No sooner had I closed the door behind me, my dad called out, “Lock up, behind you!”
I did as he asked before turning my attention to the stack of packing boxes, brown tape, and dust sheets in the hall. A subtle reminder that they planned on moving soon.
“Hey,” I popped my head around the sitting-room door, acknowledging my parents.
They were both lounging on the sofa. Dad was sitting slouched with his legs stretched out and had a bottle of low-calorie beer in hand. He had his pajama bottoms on. His ripped muscular chest was all out on display,
