We drive back in the direction of her house, the sun now set on our lazy afternoon. I stare blankly through the windshield, teeth tugging at the inside of my lower lip as my mind ponders fruitlessly. My fingers find the message from her on my phone, a helpless, 'where did you go?', yet to recieve a reply. We turn onto the street which houses the train station, she drums her palms rhythmically to the quiet sounds of the radio, and turns to face me.
"Mum and Dad indoors?" she looks back at the road in front of her.
"I don't know... neither of them came home last night..."
She doesn't respond, instead maintains her non-judgemental pretense. I assure her as the station comes into view that, 'I'll be fine', but her responsible, adult mind isn't appeased.
"You'll stay with me and Tom. At least until you've called to find out when they'll be back."
My lips stretch into a small smile, grateful for another day to think things over away from home. From her.
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