BRIANNA

I left Cherry’s place around seven, after we’d finished catching up. I got to the house and stepped inside.

“Mum! Mariana! I’m home!” I hollered, immediately noticing the sitting room was empty.

“Welcome, Brianna, we’re in the kitchen,” Mariana yelled back, so I headed there.

“Hey, Mom, how are you?” I asked, hugging her.

“I’m fine, Brianna. How was work?” She replied, pulling away from the hug.

“Work was fine, but stressful, Mom. But we thank God,” I ...