Zoe

I trudged along the sidewalk. I was close to home, and that was the only thing that made me happy right then.

This isn’t going to be easy, is it?

I growled. “If Dad had something to do with this…”

Who was I kidding, though, he had to have something to do with it? Just when I made up my mind and wanted to move on, all avenues were closed in front of me, and I didn’t think it was happening naturally, not this way.

Finally, I made it to the house. It was the very same house where I grew up with my parents, even though now there was only the two of us. Sometimes, it didn’t feel like two people lived in that house, though. It was moderately big, with two floors, four bedrooms even though we’d only ever used two, and three of them had en suite bathrooms. The outside of the house was painted in white and blue shades, because blue used to be Mom’s favorite color.

I groaned in relief, walking up the sidewalk to the house. At the short steps that led up to the porch, I looked up and froze.

“Wha