Chapter 59.
The sound of the driveway was less of a rumble and more of a roar. Two vehicles- Victor’s black SUV and Archer’s mud-splattered truck, screeched over the gravel with a synchronized violence that suggested the speed limits of Lower Falls had been treated as mere suggestions. Inside the foyer, the air seemed to vibrate. Jessica didn't flinch; she simply smoothed the invisible wrinkles in her navy wool coat, her green eyes fixed on the front door with the patient expectation of a queen awaiting a predictable guest. Briar, however, felt her heart hammer against her ribs so hard it was a wonder it didn't bruise. The front door didn't just open; it was thrown back against the stopper with a crack that echoed like a pistol shot. Victor stepped in first. He was still in his physical trainin
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