I dusted my pajamas and walked slowly into our apartment, like a wounded kitten. I had a smile on my face because it was fun disappearing and reappearing without anyone noticing. I however hoped mom had not realized that I left the house.

Immediately I got into the living room, I realized that she hadn't, because she was still talking to Cameron, in their room. And no, not softly, like before. It seemed they were arguing about something now, and it was heating up already. Their door ...