Larissa's POV
Brayden came home earlier than usual, which was my first clue that something was up.
The second was that he came in with the face of someone who’d practiced what he would say before stepping into the house. I know this because, from the solarium’s window, I had watched him pace the driveway muttering to himself before he finally walked through the front door.
By the time he walked in, I was seated on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in my lap, half-engrossed in the chaotic cooking contest show I had been bingeing since the beginning of the week. As if I hadn’t just watched him pace a hole in the driveway a few seconds earlier.
I heard the familiar sounds of his sole slapping against the tile and his keys jingling just before he tossed them into the tray on the console ta
