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I had just crawled under my blanket, and the cozy warmth of my bed didn't do much to ease my racing thoughts, when I suddenly heard a knock at the door. And before I could respond, Mom's voice came through, gentle but firm.
"Noah, sweetheart, we need to have a family meeting."
I groaned into my pillow. "Can it wait until morning?"
"No, it can't," she replied, her tone sharpening. I could practically feel the mom glare coming from behind the door.
With a sigh, I pushed myself up. "Mom, we're hardly a family, so what's the point of a family meeting?"
That did it. The door swung open, and there she was, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed in that way that always made me regret what I said. "You get up this minute, young man. Things can't stay like this. Now move."
