Claire
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 and fake-perfect on the outside. 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. Voices laugh like everything is normal. What the hell are they celebrating? I ask myself already feeling irritated.
Then I hear Tyler’s voice carry down the hall. “Don’t worry, she’ll be here. You know Clai
