“Judging by the size of the bags under your eyes,” her mother said, “I suppose you’ll be staying with us for a while.”
She knew her mother was trying to make a joke. To make this easy. Easier. That this situation, whatever it had become, was uncomfortable for both of them. She didn’t want to come home like this, and had convinced herself that this was only a temporary solution. Not long term. A week, maybe two. Just long enough to rest up and see clear and then she’d head back to school, to the city, back to her life.