C88 A hot slap

Avery's heels clicked angrily against the pavement as she approached the familiar facade of her parents' house, dragging her luggage like a reluctant companion. The front door swung open before she could even reach for the handle.

"Mother!" Avery called out, her voice tinged with frustration and defeat.

Dora stood at the threshold, a perfectly plucked eyebrow arched in surprise