Iris's POV 

The living-room light felt too bright after the dark streets. 

I stood frozen just inside the door, key still in my hand, the damp fabric of my leggings clinging between my thighs and the new bite on my shoulder throbbing under the hoodie.

My mind scrambled for answers as my father's eyes moved over me once and stayed there.

“I met up with Chloe after class,," I kept my voice even, a little tired, the way it always sounded after a long day. “We grabbed something to eat, lost track of time talking, then I walked her home before coming back.”

I said, which was close to true....