“Mom I’m home” Zoe yelled, as she pushed through her parent’s door.
Her mom and dad lived in Mississauga in a large house on a cul-de-sac. Zoe still had her parent’s keys, and they never bothered to change the locks.
She told her mother she was coming home for a few days, and her mother automatically knew something was wrong because of that.
Although Zoe visited her parents fairly often, she rarely, if ever, slept over.
Once she secured her apartment, she had spent most of her time there, or at Kyle’s. So, when she said she was ‘coming home’ her mother knew something was amiss.
Zoe had prepared herself to tell her mother everything. Her father would give her space if she didn’t feel like mulling it over, but not her mother. Her mother was not the type to let things slide when she knew something was wrong with her daughter.