“You will not be alone with him again.”
For the first time since I’d entered her room, some of the fear left her face.
After she locked herself safely in the bathroom, I walked downstairs.
The house looked completely normal.
Sunlight poured through the windows.
Coffee sat on the kitchen counter.
The smell of breakfast still lingered in the air.
And sitting comfortably in the living room was Richard.
He looked up and smiled.
“Ready for the big recital?”
I stared at him.
Suddenly, that familiar smile looked different.
Colder.
Calculated.
Dangerous.
Meredith immediately noticed my expression.
“Harrison?”
