Raine's POV
I pulled up to our house and killed the engine. My hands were still shaking as I climbed off the bike, and I had to stand there for a second just to steady myself. The rain had finally stopped, but I was soaked through, dripping water all over the driveway.
Isla must've heard me pull up because the front door crashed open before I even made it to the porch.
"Raine!" She rushed out, her eyes wide. "Oh my God, you look like you went swimming in your clothes. What happened?"
I didn't answer. I just pushed past her into the house, tracking mud across the floor. She followed me into the kitchen, where the smell of grilled chicken and rice was coming from My stomach was knitting itself in twists, but not from hunger.
"Sit down," Isla ordered, pointing at the table. "I'll get you
