Nobody else knows.
Violet knows. She got injured and called Katarina to help her for some weird reason and that’s why Katarina came back to the house. It was like a perfect storm, the way everything just kind of fell together, and seated at the dinner table, glancing about nervously, I realized that Katarina hadn’t called them. At least, not yet.
I was thankful . . . and anxious.
When that bomb was dropped, it would be awkward. Mom . . . I mean, I have no idea how mom would react and dad? Glancing over at my father, eating, content—he’d probably strangle me for putting my hands on Phil. That’s what he’d think. That I forced him, probably. Pushed him down, made him get me off. Gnawing on my cheek, I thought about his hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, undre
