**Olivia POV

As I turned the doorknob, hoping I could sneak in unnoticed, I was met with my parent’s gaze focused right on the door.

I quickly ran my hands through my hair and tried to make myself presentable.

“There you are,” my father scolded as he was flipping through his newspaper.

My mother added, “We were so worried about you,” and she hurried up to me to give me a hug.

“I told you I was getting a bite to eat,” I ...