SARAH

The next night Mom went to bed early.

She’d been complaining about a headache all evening, kissing Michael goodnight on the cheek before disappearing upstairs. I stayed on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone, heart racing the whole time.

Michael waited ten minutes after her door clicked shut.

Then he looked at me across the living room.

“Upstairs. My office. Now.”

His voice was low, calm, but it sent heat straight between my legs.

I followed him up the stairs on shaky legs. The office was at the end of the hall, right across from their bedroom. Mom’s soft snoring was already audible through the door.

Michael...