Cheyenne quietly opened her bedroom door and stuck her head into the hallway. Her mother and father's voices were soft murmurs in the kitchen. They were talking divorce. Cheyenne knew because she'd overheard the word late last night when she'd gotten out of bed to use the bathroom.
Now her parents were probably talking terms or maybe other options.
At this point, Cheyenne didn't care and maybe that was worse than being upset.
Back in her room, she grabbed her keys and her bag. She had to be at work in fifteen minutes. She seriously considered sneaking out her bedroom window to avoid her parents, but she didn't want them thinking she'd run away like her mother had.
Groaning to herself, she headed down the hallway, her pace quick, her head down. She hoped to slip past the kitchen without being noticed. Unfortunately, as soon as she entered the kitchen, both her parents stopped talking and looked up.
"Cheyenne?" her mother said.
Cheyenne hesitated between the kitchen and the living room. The stupid fish clock on the wall ticked, filling the awkward silence. Cheyenne hadn't said more than ten words to her mother since she arrived, and she didn't plan to say more than twenty total.
"What?" She quirked a brow.
Cheyenne looked from her mother and her dad. "Do you have any free time tonight or tomorrow so we can talk?" her mom asked.
Why had her mother even come back? Guilt? Money?
Cheyenne tightened her grip on the car keys, the points of the key digging into her flesh. "No," she answered and marched out the door.
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