Grayson.
It’s already dark by the time I return. I slip into the house like a ghost, my footsteps silent on the floor, my mind still swirling with unanswered questions.
Pablo reassured me he’d dig into her quickly, even though he’s skeptical because she’s my step sister, the term makes me shudder in disgust.
My door clicks shut behind me, and I pull out my phone with hands that are steadier than they should be. The app loads instantly—three small squares of surveillance cameras that I installed weeks ago. I tell myself it's for her protection. That someone needs to watch over her since she clearly can't take care of herself.
But that's bullshit, and I know it.
The camera in her room flickers to life, and there she is. My breath catches despite myself. Rae sits on her bed, hands presse
