Courtney's first night at home went more or less like she thought it would.
There was a lot of crying. Lots of drinking too. More than a bit of name-calling, and enough stories to fill up all the shelves of a Barnes & Noble.
Courtney was just like her parents. Her heart was so stuffed with emotion that she thought it was going to burst.
She could have stayed there all night. Laughing. Drinking. Eating.
She had gone so very long without these things that she had never noticed just how much her body and soul ached for them.
Courtney had been consumed with fighting. Now, she could get back to living.
As much as Courtney would have liked to stay at the dinner table all night chatting, it wasn't meant to be.
Her baby sister had school in the morning. And even if she didn't, the family was primarily made up of couples now.
Couples that, understandably, wanted to be alone together after not sharing a tender moment for several thousand years.
