V2 ch212
The car ride home was rather quiet. I could tell Jeremy was thinking about my scars and future treatment. He had a very pensive look on his face like his head was full of thoughts. Thoughts he didn't say aloud. Either because of how awkward it would be or how guilty he might feel when he hears the answers. It wasn't my goal to make him feel bad. I just wanted him to know what my week was going to look like.
He pulled up to the house, parking in the driveway. I thought he was just going to drop me off, but instead he helped me grabbed my bag from the trunk and walked me to the front door.
Noah opened the door from the other side. "You're back! Finally! Mom said we couldn't touch the cookies until you got home."
I grinned. "Were you watching the driveway the whole time?"
"Of course not." He snorted.
"No." Dave showed up behind him. "He was just casually checking every ten minutes." He looked at Jeremy. "Hey, did you want to come in?"