The living room lamp threw long shadows across the worn carpet, stretching over the coffee table and old armchair until everything looked unfamiliar. Even home didn't feel like home all of a sudden.
Avery stopped on the last step.
Her father's words still hung in the air.
"Were you with Zane Holloway tonight?"
He hadn't raised his voice.
He never did.
That was the thing about him. He could ask one quiet question and somehow make it feel heavier than shouting ever could.
For a moment, she just stood there.
She could still smell wood smoke in her hair from the bonfire. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel the warmth of the fire on her face... and see Zane standing so close, his eyes dropping to her lips, both of them leaning in before the moment slipped away.
It already fel
