XYRA'S POV
My mother was seated at the dining table, her head turning towards the door expecting my arrival.
It had been a couple of minutes since I left to answer the door and I hadn't arrived, still. She was starting to get worried, and couldn't contain her impatience any longer.
She walked to the door, her skin on her forehead folded into lines of worry.
“Xyra,” She called out, and my neck swerved in the direction of her call immediately her voice reached my ears.
“I was worried since you hadn't come back in a while," she continued as she continued to move closer to where I was rooted, her eyes curious to see whosoever had been taking my time the entire while.
I stammered a bit, "I, uh, sorry, Mom. I was just... caught up. These two surprised me." I was caught off guard and didn'
