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"Good..." He smiled wanly, "I don't want to think what would've happened if you were arrested for murder too..."

Then we both glanced up the stairs nervously as the front door opened once again... Then I stepped aside so that my father could walk past me and into the hallway. Before doing so though, my mother appeared from around the corner and rushed into the room before giving me a desperate hug. Her dark brown hair was disheveled and her hazel eyes were puffy from crying... She even had smudges of mascara around them from wiping her tears. After taking care of her emotional needs she pulled away from my embrace and asked anxiously, "Emma, where's Drake?"

"Upstairs getting changed," I replied quickly, "Do you want to talk to him alone for a bit first?"