DAHLIA

“Zoey’s father? He killed your parents?” I was dumbfounded. That was a lot to take in. “I think we’ll need something strong to go with this story. I’m coming.”

I quickly went to Cassie’s wine stash and took a bottle with two glasses. 

“Sorry, we don’t have whiskey. But wine will do, yeah?” I was already placing a glass in his hand.

“Yes, wine is sufficient.” He strained his ears as if he heard something.

“What?”

“I’ve not heard Haven’s voice. Usually when she watches a movie she’s always emotional. Either laughing or yelling or crying, depends on the movie.”

I laughed. “You definitely do know her. Let me...