I couldn’t stop staring at my parents.

My heart longed to run to them and hug them. To jump into their arms like a little girl.

So much had happened since the last time I’d seen them, though. And from what Charlie and Oliver said, my parents had come here to drag me home. Did that mean they didn’t trust me to look after myself?

I knew they’d be mad at me for running off.

They both just stood there, looking around. Why weren’t they saying ...