Danny's POV
The ride back was silent, but it wasn't the kind of silence that makes you feel peaceful. It was the kind of silence that happens right before a building collapses.
We turned into our neighborhood, and the first thing I saw was the red and blue glare of police lights reflecting off the manicured lawns. There were two cruisers parked in front of our house, their lights pulsing like a headache. Yellow tape was already stretched across the driveway. It looked like a crime scene, and the sickest part was knowing it was all a theater production.
Before the driver put the car in park, Chadwick’s hand shot out. He didn't look at me, but his fingers clamped around my jaw, forcing me to turn and face him. His grip wasn't painful, but it was absolute. His eyes were like two pieces of
