I felt them come to my door while I threw my private hissy fit, but ignored them. First Erica, then Dad. Mom last. Not one of them tried to enter without my permission, so that was one good thing. They finally accepted the fact they couldn't just barge in on me and treat me like a total child. Now if I could only convince them to stop keeping their damned secrets, everything would be hunky.

I wasn't feeling particularly grown up at that moment. The little girl inside me sobbed ...