Caroline's POV
I was in front of the mirror in my room, carefully applying makeup.
I had not used it in a long time. The brush moved slowly across my eyelids as I prepared for lunch with Alex. Tyrone stood still by the door, arms crossed, guarding quietly.
A loud bang came from the backyard. I jumped slightly, the brush pausing mid-air.
“What could that be?" I thought. Another bottle broke, the sound sharp and clear.
I put the makeup down quickly and rushed toward the door. “Tyrone, follow me,” I said.
He nodded once and walked right behind me as we headed downstairs and out to the backyard. The sun was high, barely past noon. Peter was there, visibly drunk.
He swayed on his feet near a broken bottle on the ground. Another empty whiskey bottle lay beside him.
My eyes widened in
