Chapter 4
Then I looked through the hotel window at the fading Texas light.“What do you need from me?”
“Nothing else,” he said.
“Just be there at nine.”
At 8:45 p.m., I turned back onto my street.
The house was glowing.
Cars lined the curb.
Music came from inside.
Through the front windows, I could see people moving around the living room.
Julian and Kloe were entertaining guests as if nothing had happened.
As if my mother had never been kneeling outside.
As if I had never walked through that house and discovered what they had done.
I parked across from the driveway.
Then checked the time.
8:59.
Headlights appeared behind me.
One vehicle.
Then another.
Then a third.
I watched them pull toward the house.
My heart was pounding.
The front door opened.
Julian stepped outside.
He still had a drink in his hand.
He was still wearing the same robe.
May you like
And he still had the same smug expression.
Then he saw what had pulled into the driveway.
