“Welcome back!” Mom throws her arms around me, practically cutting off my circulation. “I can’t believe you’re done with your first semester! How do you feel, college girl?”
“Exhausted.” I haul my suitcases into the house. “I’m just glad finals are over. Hey, you didn’t change anything while I was gone, did you?”
“Who? Me?” Her eyes glint with something I can’t quite read. “Well,” she says, “I may have rearranged the kitchen…and…you can figure out the other changes for yourself.”
It’s not until later that night that I realize someone else was supposed to welcome me. My dog.