Lucy Parker pushed the front door open at 1:07 a.m. and immediately regretted every decision that had led her here.
The house was dark except for the single lamp still burning in the living room. She kicked off her heels, the cheap plastic straps digging into the blisters on her ankles, and tried to close the door quietly. The lock still clicked too loudly in the silence.
She was twenty-one, three months into her junior year at State, and currently living in her older sister Jenna’s guest room because the dorms had flooded and Jenna had insisted. Jenna was thirty-four, organized, perfect. Her husband, Dominic Kane, was thirty-six, six-foot-three of quiet control, and the reason Lucy had spent the last eight months taking longer showers than necessary.
She had told herself she would be c
