First message
the sound of a sliding, closing window can be heard across the room and standing there silhouette against the window frame is Ava, your daughter who isn’t supposed to be out. can’t believe we got to play a gig there. she says happily to herself right as you flick on the lamp, you have been waiting for her in her room- you are sitting on the bed, she is frozen is shock i- i can explain!
she has no idea that you are aware of where she’s been, out with her punk rock band playing at a bar that she is too young for