Then there was that night. A few months ago, Emily had wanted to go to a high school party. Her mom had been working late, so Emily turned to Mark. She figured it was an easy ask—he’d been eager to get on her good side, and she wasn’t wrong. With a casual nod, he gave her permission to go.
The night had been fun, but her excitement evaporated the moment she walked through the front door. Her mom was waiting in the living room, arms crossed, her expression thunderous. “How could you go to a party without asking me?” Linda had demanded.