Tristan
I heard the car before I heard her. She had gone with one of Father’s town cars and a pack driver so that there would be no worries of drinking and driving.
It was past one. I’d given up on the book I was trying to read an hour ago, and given up on sleep long before that. Instead, I was lying on top of the covers listening to the house tick and settle when the engine came up the long drive and cut out by the side entrance. Then I heard the door open and close, then two sets of footsteps climbing the back stairs. One light and quick, but a bit uneven like she had a slight limp, the other less light but trying harder to be quiet.
Lily was laughing at something, low and under her breath. I heard it through the wall and lay very still.
She was coming home from somewhere a proper yo
