“Murderer.”
“Dangerous.”
“Not safe for Lily.”
Desi’s mind was spinning. The words seemed to swirl around her. Each word felt like a cold slap, making her stomach churn.
She hadn't thought much of their glances. Their eyes filled with suspicion, the accusation that lingered in the air anytime she walked around the house.
It all made sense now.
She couldn’t think; she could barely breathe. Her hands began to shake uncontrollably, and it felt like the walls were closing in on her.
But she forced herself to move, her footsteps unsteady as she stumbled down the hall, searching for Lucas. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, tangled with fear, anger, and a surge of panic that made it hard to catch her breath.
She pushed open the door without knocking.
“Lucas,” she choked out, her throat
