Owen killed the headlights as he pulled into the driveway, his knuckles whitening on the steering wheel.
Keeley's car sat parked crooked in front of the garage. Her little blue Honda Civic, quivering under the security light like it was cold.
He cut the engine and sat there a second, the thump of his pulse drowning out the hiss of the cooling engine.
Chloe. It had to be Chloe. f*****g kid. Always calling reinforcements. Always waving the red flags the minute anything cracked.
He dragged a hand down his face and stepped out into the night.
Keeley was sitting on the front step, her knees pulled to her chest, crying.
Real crying. Shoulders shaking, hiccuping little sobs, the works.
Something in Owen twitched at the sight.
He closed the door behind them with a solid click. Keeley stood
