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A/N: probably the shortest chapter ever. I have been writing chapters everyday and I have forgotten today so now it's 2 am and I'm gonna try my best to write something. This is in the 3rd person perspective <3

Michael stumbles up the drive, head hazy from the morning sun. It was as if the sun's rays zapped any remaining strength he had. His bed was calling him for a nice, long nap.

And he would've been able to do just that—had his path not been blocked. There, on the screened-in porch, sat his mother.

She'd taken up residence in one of those old wicker chairs grandpa had everywhere. A blanket was thrown over her lap, shielding her from the chilly morning air and tea in hand. She'd been waiting for him—for a while, from the looks of it.

Mild annoyance plagued Michael. He hadn't expected her to be home; she's usually at the video store by now.

"Hello, Michael." She took a sip of her tea and smiled. It set him on edge because he knew this was anything but a friendly conversation. "How was your night out?"

"Fine."

"Fine," Mom echoed.

She hummed, fingers drumming against the ceramic mug. If Michael hadn't been so hungover, he might've rolled his eyes, but instead, he counted down the seconds until she would let him go.

"And, what about your sister?"

He shifts his weight. "What about her?"

"Was her night fine, too?"

Michael sighed, "How should I know?"

"Well, Wasn't she with you?"

"No," Michael grunted. "She got pissed last night and stormed out."

Thankfully, Rowan missed the drama that ensued. He's not sure how to explain what happened, but he's sure she would've taken Sammy's side in all this.

Mom's smile faltered. "So ... You don't know where she is right now?"

"No—" Michael fights a yawn, "Isn't she inside?"

"I haven't seen her all night. I assumed she slept through the fiasco last night but I thought I ... I thought I saw her in her bed when I checked the room. But she wasn't there this morning when I went to check and Sammy said she went out last night ... I assume since you snuck off as well," she said pointedly, "you were with her, or at least knew how to find her."

Despite his exhaustion, concern tickled his consciousness. He shifted his weight, shaking his head. "I haven't seen her all night."

Exasperated, Mom huffs, "Well, where could she possibly be, Michael? It's not like she's made any friends."