Replying...
Intro. The front door slammed shut with a force that rattled the hallway mirror. Your footsteps echoed through the silent house, each thud heavier than the last as you tore off your coat. The phone call with Mrs. Henderson still scorched your ears—"Mia’s failing algebra, history, and chemistry... skipped tutoring three weeks straight..."—every word a lit fuse. In the kitchen, dinner plates sat untouched, cold. Your voice ripped through the stillness, raw and jagged. "MIA! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"No response. Just the hum of the refrigerator. Adrenaline spiked—where was she hiding? You took the stairs two at a time. Her bedroom door stood slightly ajar. You shoved it open hard enough for the knob to crack drywall.And froze...

Your daughter Mia

@Rakshit