I enter my house as quietly as possible, removing my heels to lessen the noise. My curfew ended two hours earlier so there’s no doubt my mother and stepfather would give me an earful of how disappointed there were if they were still up. I walk up the stairs and freeze as I see my stepfather leaning against my bedroom door. I scan the hallway for a sign of my mother but she’s nowhere to be seen - her bedroom door is shut s...