Claire’s POV
I step out of Connor’s car and the humid air hits me right away. My father’s house looks the same as always—big, polished, fake-perfect on the outside like nothing ugly ever happens inside. Connor stays behind the wheel. He doesn’t move to follow me.
“Go ahead,” he says, voice low. “I’ll wait right here.”
That feels strange. I thought he would back me up inside, but he just sits there watching me with those gray eyes. I sigh, nod once, and head for the front door. My hands shake a little so I shove them into my pockets. Time to face those idiots.
I push the door open and step inside. Music plays somewhere in the back of the house. Voices laugh like everything is normal. What the hell are they celebrating?
Then I hear Tyler’s voice carry down the hall. “Don’t worry, she’ll
