Debbie
I stood in the center of the foyer, my feet planted firmly on the cold floor. My heart was a drum, beating in rhythm of undilutable rage. I watched them—Rain and River—as they stood on the stairs, looking down at me like two guilty children caught in a lie. But this wasn't a small lie. This was a grave lie.
"Start talking," I whispered again. My voice small but enough to just fill the room. "Now!"
Rain looked at River. It was a long, heavy look. I saw the hesitation in his eyes, the way his jaw tightened. He looked like he wanted to run, but there was nowhere left to go. The house was a cage, and I was the one holding the key.
"Let her calm down, Rain," River whispered, his voice smooth but hollow. He looked at me, his eyes dark. "Debbie, please. Just… come and sit. We will expl
