Pop in visits

I wake around two in the afternoon to someone banging on my door, not the front door, but the bedroom door. My mother’s voice calls from the other side, “Tru, honey, are you sick? We tried to call you once we got into town, but you didn’t answer. Your father and I knocked and called several times. We ended up using our key. If you’re sick, I have a mask.”

My parents are here! Oh no, what will they think when they see Taran? “I’m fine, mom. Give me just a moment.”

I sit up in bed, panicked. Taran’s eyes fly open, and he asks what’s wrong. My mother calls out again, “Tru, is someone in there with you? Do you need help? Your father can pop the lock if needed. Don’t let them bully you.”

Taran looks at me confused, “What’s going on?”

I jump out of bed and put on clothes before turning towards Taran. “My parents are here.”

He doesn’t seem con