Tires squealed as Jesse turned up the street to the house and pulled into the driveway. Mariah’s little red sports car sat in the other spot, the one he knew would be Cori’s spot eventually. At least he’d made it back before they left. It wouldn’t have happened had he passed a cop, not at the rate he was speeding.
Once he made his way to the front door, he heard voices on the other side. They were muffled to the point he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Cori was probably convincing Mariah that she was okay and ready to leave.
Not before he spoke with her.
The front door swung open as he stepped inside. Mariah stood at the bottom of the staircase—the same one Cori was descending. The instant she saw him, she stopped. Her eyes widened and her lower lip quivered.
She didn’t say an
