Pov: Isabelle
Since that day, the mornings have been cold in the house. I walked down the hallway. My bare feet made a dull slapping sound on the wooden floor. I stopped by the kitchen door and saw Dorian, my stepdad, standing by the counter with a glass of water in his hand. He not only turned to look at me, but I sensed that he was disturbed.
Looking at his hands, I saw that his fingers were tightly holding the glass. My skin remembered those hands from the night before. And that memory of his heavy grip and how he made me feel almost made my mouth dry. My thoughts told me to turn around, to go back upstairs and to lock the door until he left the house but my legs didn't budge. To my surprise, I went into the kitchen instead.
I had to see him. I had to find out whether he was feeling
