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A maid closed the double doors with a soft, deliberate click that somehow sounded louder than a slam. Mom paced in front of the fireplace, arms still crossed, while Keith leaned against the mantel, watching us with that calm, unreadable look he was so good at.
"Do you two realize," Mom started, her voice tight, "how worried we were? You skip school...no call, no text, no note even and vanish for two days in a snowstorm? We called the school, the police, your friends. Nothing."
I opened my mouth to explain, but she raised a hand to silence me.
"And then we get a repair bill from some mechanic in the middle of nowhere for Adrien's car? What on earth were you thinking? Did you have any idea how scared we were?!"
Adrien shifted beside me, his jaw tightening as I felt the tension radiating off him.
"Where did you go?" Keith asked, keeping his voice low and even. "And what exactly were you two doing?"
