Lily's Point of View

My door was knocked firmly and insistently. My heart beat quicker as I froze in mid-step and automatically looked toward Aiden's room. Other than the muffled buzz of the cartoon he had been watching before falling asleep, the house was quiet. With water spilling over the kitchen counter, my grip on the dish towel I had hastily grabbed became firmer.Before I had so much as shifted to push open the door, I knew it was him.

Lucas.

He rested with his fists buried in the pockets of his dark coat and a glinting, hooded scowl. Flimsy porch light threw eerie shadows on his face, adding depth...