Chapter Twelve
“I can’t ask him to leave,” Marcus said, the one thing Iris hadn’t expected.
Owen strode past her to the fridge and gave the door a hard yank, then reached for a beer and twisted off the cap, which he tossed in the sink. He looked at her before dragging his gaze over to Marcus. Yeah, evidently, he was as unsettled as she was, but all he did was take a swallow and walk back outside, where Charlotte, Eva, Luke, Jenny, Ryan, and Harold were. Everyone else was in the living room with Raymond.
“Well, I don’t understand why,” Iris said and crossed her arms, feeling tension pull across her chest, the kind of tension she thought she had left behind long ago. “Last night shouldn’t have happened. He shouldn’t be here. I want him gone.”
Marcus looked at her. “I know, Mom, but there
