C121 Get ready

“Where were you?” a voice asks as soon as I open the door to my room.

A yelp escapes me and I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my scream. My back presses into the door and the figure on the bed slowly rises.

She scared me.

“Theresa Grace Mower.” Mum stops a few feet from me, one hand on her hip. “Where were you?” Being the baby I am, I bridge the gap and hug her. “This won’t cut it, Tessa