It took a while for her mother to calm her down, and by the time she did, her father had returned from his patrol. That set off another round of tears.
Scarlett was a bit embarrassed about the group hug that happened in the entryway on the floor, but the comfort was nice.
The interrogation that followed it, she could have done without.
Sitting at the dining table, both her parents across from her, reminded Scarlett of the third time she ever snuck out—which became the first time she got caught.
She had wanted to go to some party, but that hadn’t been allowed since it was happening at night at the lake. God, she couldn’t even remember why she wanted to go so badly or why she hadn’t been allowed to—only that she thought it was so terribly unfair at the time.
And she, in all her young wisdom and teenage stubbornness, decided to go anyway—and proceeded to get caught immediately, since her parents suspected she might try.
