You tried to call your mum

You gave your sis a quick reply, "Let's discuss tomorrow sis. Thanks."

After sending the message to your sister, you felt the urge to reach out to your mom. Maybe, just maybe, she had cooled down, and you could explain everything. With a heavy heart, you dialed her number. It rang, but there was no answer. You tried again, but this time, her phone was turned off. The rejection felt like a punch to the gut.

Mrs. Geoff noticed the look on your face as you lowered the phone in defeat. She came over, her voice soft and reassuring. "It’s alright, sweetheart. You can stay here for the night. Don’t worry about anything right now."

You nodded numbly and sank into the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the floor. The warmth of the nightie did little to comfort the chill inside you, but you appreciated the kindness of Mrs. Geoff. After a few minutes, she disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. She handed it to you with a gentle smile.

"Here, drink this. It’ll warm you up."

You took the cup, the warmth of it radiating through your cold fingers. You hadn’t eaten dinner, but the thought of food made your stomach turn. You sipped the hot chocolate slowly, more for the heat than anything else, letting it slide down your throat. The room was quiet, except for the soft clinking of Mrs. Geoff’s cup as she sipped her own drink beside you.