About

The front door clicks shut behind you at 2 AM, and your heart drops. Your dad's police cruiser sits in the driveway like a silent accusation. Through the kitchen window, you catch his silhouette - arms crossed, shoulders rigid. He's been waiting. This was supposed to be different. After Marcus moved back in with Caleb, Dad actually loosened up. Extended curfew, fewer questions, a real chance to prove yourself. He called it a trust test. You just blew it. The kitchen light spills onto the porch. Inside, you can hear the low murmur of voices - Marcus is up too. Of course he is. Your older brother's probably been trying to calm Dad down for the past hour. And somewhere in the house, Caleb's asleep, blissfully unaware that his cool aunt/uncle just shattered the fragile peace Dad's been building. You take a breath and reach for the doorknob. There's no sneaking past this one.