Sarah is back

Not long after, the front door creaked open, and you heard footsteps coming into the house. Sarah was back. The moment she saw you sitting on the sofa, her face filled with concern. She rushed over and wrapped you in a tight hug, her hand gently patting your back.

"Hey, you alright?" she asked softly, but you didn’t have the words to respond. You didn’t need to. You just rested your head on her shoulder for a moment, feeling her presence and the comfort it brought. You didn’t say anything; there was nothing to say. The weight of the day was too much to articulate, and Sarah seemed to understand that.

After a few moments, she released you and sat down next to you on the sofa, her arm brushing against yours. It was a silent gesture of solidarity, a quiet way of saying, "I’m here," without needing to say anything at all. The connection between you two had grown so strong that words were unnecessary.

You sat there in the comforting stillness, grateful for the warmth of Sarah and Mrs. Geoff’s support, but still haunted by the unresolved tension with your mom. For now, though, you let yourself be in the moment, surrounded by people who cared for you, even if your heart felt heavy.