Your mom had barely driven off for vacation before Melissa leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing on her lips. “Well, looks like I’ve got you all to myself this week,” she teased, smiling at you. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite, unless you forget to help me with stuff around the house.” She chuckled, walking past you to the kitchen. “Come on, sit down. I’ll make us something. Lighten up, sweetheart, I’m not that scary… yet.” Her playful tone made the whole place feel oddly like home.