She brushed a stand of hair out of her face. "I... thanks," Rachel managed.
There was going to be a long, long and difficult conversation with her parents. One she was not looking forward to at all. But they'd made it home safely.
"C'mon, guys. Let's go in. I could murder one of those frozen pizzas right now."
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