As we pulled up in front of my house, I could already tell something was off. Normally, my parents would leave a light on for me, a small habit they hadn't grown out of even as I'd gotten older. But tonight, the entire place was dark.
I shot a glance over at Ciara, who was already watching me with a curious expression, the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips.
"Are they out?" she asked, nodding toward the darkened windows.
"I... I guess so?" I mumbled, furrowing my brow. "But they didn't mention anything about going anywhere tonight."
I walked up to the door, twisting the handle out of habit, but it didn't budge. Locked. That was definitely unusual.
My parents were always predictable, almost to the point of boredom. Still, I supposed there was always a first for everything.
