Chapter Six
Twelve Years Ago
Sheridan
I head up the walk to my house, my lips curved with a secret smile. After school time used to be reserved for homework and studying the cramped pages of my text books until my vision blurred. Trey changed all that.
I take the steps two at a time, feeling loose and supple and full of light. My body sings the song of a well-satisfied woman. I blush just thinking that. A woman, not a girl. Trey makes me feel alive.
My high lasts as long as it takes to turn the knob of the front door. As soon as I open it, my mom pops in front of me.
“Sheridan!” she cries. My dad looms behind her.
The smile falls from my lips. Fates, do they know where I’ve been?
“Mom? Dad?” I search their faces.
“So, when were you going to tell us?” my mom demands, and for a mome
