“You know, Arian’s always welcome here whenever she wants.”

“Yeah, she knows,” Kendra answered as she loaded the dishwasher, huffing to herself. “She likes staying at her aunt and uncle’s though.”

“Do her parents know where she is?”

“I doubt they care at this point, Mum.”

Her mother pursed her lips as she walked out of the kitchen, leaving her daughter to her thoughts and the whirring of the dishwasher as it started up.