ROBYN
I paced the length of our room for what felt like the hundredth time, the carpet nearly worn thin under my bare feet.
Kane hadn't come home since I'd left campus. Not a call, not even a text from him.
I'd run through a dozen plans in my head, each one collapsing the second I tried to imagine it out loud. Confront him. Wait for him to confront me first. Tell him everything and hope he believed me. Say nothing at all and let it play out.
I couldn't wait on June. I couldn't trust her father, and after today, I wasn't sure I could fully trust her either. Whatever happened next, I had to be the one to decide it.
The sound of his car pulling into the drive cut through my thoughts. I sat down on the edge of the bed, smoothing my dress over my knees, and waited.
It felt like an eternit
