Next day.

It was 8am when I got home the next morning to an angry Tiffany. I drove in and saw her seated at the doorway. For a moment I was scared she had stayed up all night waiting for me, but getting closer I noticed her sleepy eyes.

"Good morning Tiffany." My greeting was met with rolled eyes and a turned back. She left the doorway with folded hands and trudged grudgingly into the house.

"Why didn't you come back yesterday? That wasn't the plan," she nagged slumping ...