Ava
I opened the door and led Luther into the living room of my parents' house.
The blood could still be seen, embedded in the grooves of the floorboards. The fireplace roared and crackled as the coal burned beneath it. It was hard to ignore the pounding in my chest. My mother was out, but I had no idea how long she'd be away until she would return.
"Let's get this over with," I muttered, warily eyeing the door.
Luther strode up towards the blood stain, using a small needle to scratch at the dried blood. It was thick, brown and crusted between the edges, sticking in the crevices.
He raised the needle, frowning and brought the dried substance of my father to his nose, and sniffed. it.
"What on earth are you doing?" I demanded, mortified.
He turned towards me, frowning, then gest
