Samira's POV
I drove home in a state of quiet euphoria. The house was glowing with light as I pulled into the driveway. I walked inside and found Mom in the living room, reading a book. She looked up and smiled, her eyes scanning my face.
"You look happy, Samira." Mom noted.
"I am, Mom." I said. I dropped my bag by the stairs and headed for the kitchen to find a snack.
Martin was at the table, working on a math worksheet. He looked up and gave me a knowing smirk. "Calvin was here earlier." He whispered.
"I know." I said.
"Dad wasn't even mad." Martin continued. "He just said it was about time you two stopped acting like idiots."
"Focus on your fractions, Martin." I told him, but I couldn't stop the grin from spreading across my face.
I went up to my room and closed the door. I sat
