25. Chapter 25
I walked into my house. My mom was standing by the door looking outside.
"Where have you been?" she asked me, still not looking at me.
"I was just out skating for a little bit," I responded. She looked at me.
"No note? No text? You just left?" she said.
'Yeah, I did," I responded.
"You can't do that. You can't just leave. I didn't know if you were running away or doing drugs or jumping off a bridge," her voice cracked, and she began to cry a little. "Gavin," she said sniffling, "I worry about you."
I put my hands on her shoulder and looked at her in the eyes.
"Mom," I said, "I'm so sorry."
I embraced her and she hugged me back.
"It's okay," she said. "It's okay."
My mom had been very worried about me. I had gone through a really bad depressive phase when my dad died and I got sent to alternative school without Myra. I had almost killed myself. And she really was worried.
"I'm so sorry," I repeated.