Tesha barely saw where she was going, the tears blurred her vision as she did her best to keep her head high. She refused to break down and cry right now. Not where he could see. It was a good thing her feet knew the way home so well, because she passed through the entrance to the city and did not wait up for Kenneth.
No, she walked as fast as she could without running. Tesha didn't run from anything. Certainly not from a stupid man that hurt her feelings.
The front door slammed behind her as she made it home at last, and her bedroom door followed suit. Only then did she allow herself to break down sobbing as she threw herself on her bed, burying her face in a pillow as she let out her misery.
Her parents had tried to welcome her home, but she'd ignored them. Tershal knocked softly before going in, sitting on the edge of his daughter's bed and gently rubbing her back as she cried. Like he'd done all her life. It didn't matter how old Tesha got, she was still his baby girl, and it hurt him to see her so upset.
Constance didn't try to comfort her daughter, as soon as Kenny walked through the front door he'd be beset with the mother hen. "Look at you poor dear. You're back late and starving no doubt. I've got a nice soup on with fresh bread and butter. Come have some supper, sweetie. You'll feel better."