Her purple heels clicked against the pavement as she made her way up the driveway. The music was already blasting from the garage. She looked down at her feet, trying to ground herself. This was the first time in over a year that they’d all finally get to be together again. And this was the first time in months that she was going to see him. She couldn’t stop the anxious feeling from creeping up her throat as she clenched her fists together, digging her nails into her skin, trying to get a grip.
She pushed open the front door. No need for knocking here. Bottles and cups were strewn about. Junk food in disarray on the kitchen counter. Nobody was in the house. They all must be in the garage from the sounds of it.