“Expecting company?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He shook his head and put the paper down on the table. He stood from the chair and headed toward the door. The lock twisted, and Duke pulled the door open. He couldn’t even get a word out before my mother and father burst through the door, scanning the foyer until they saw me. I cringed as my mother ran over and pulled the mug from my lips, her eyes narrowing in on my stitches. “Brianna Elizabeth, I cannot believe you didn’t call us. Oh, honey, are you alright?” I glared at Duke as I stood from my chair, assuming he’d finally talked to my father and had filled him in on the incident. “Mom, I’m fine. It’s just a few stitches.” Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a hug as a sigh of relief escaped her tiny body. “Honey, we were so worried about you. Dr. Klein called us last night, and we’ve been trying to reach your cell phone, but it continually goes to voicemail.
