FIFTEEN

In about twenty minutes that felt longer, I was home and without hesitation, walked straight through the front door. Surprisingly, it was unlocked , signifying one of two things- either my father was home alone or whoever was in the house was home alone.

I got the answer to my question the minute I walked through the living room, the scent of breakfast immediately filling the air. I was suddenly certain my father wasn’t home alone as he was never one to get himself that involved in cooking so early.

“Rosaline?” I called out to Britney’s mum, wondering if she was the one in the kitchen responsible for the aroma. Though I couldn’t classify our relationship as the typical kind a stepmother and stepson shared, I was okay with her as long as she didn’t overstep her boundaries. “Are you-“

“Oh, Travis. Hi!”

Much to my surprise, the second I stepped into the kitchen i watched no one but Britney twirl around to meet my gaze. On spotting me a smile immediately appeared on her face, followe