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 into the arm ...