Fiona
Ryan chuckles at my question like it’s the funniest thing ever.
“Well, maybe some people have very good eyesight, but that’s not important,” he says. “We’re here.”
Thank God.
Climbing out of the car, I thank them both before rushing to the front door of the small house my mom left me. I couldn’t live with Jack anymore, and I wasn’t moving back into my dad’s house. This is the only safe house for me.
I pull fumble with my keys, feeling that Ethan and Ryan are still watching me. Thankfully, they don’t ask to come in, because even though I tidied up last night, I don’t know if I want Ethan in the only space I have right now that’s just mine.
Their eyes stay on me until I enter the house and close the door behind me. The silence and darkness wrap around me while I lean against
