I know Zane is home the second I turn into the driveway.
His car is parked exactly where it always is when he is home. My grip tightens on the steering wheel.
"Of course," I mutter. "Of course you are home."
The engine clicks as I turn it off. I sit there longer than I need to, staring through the windshield, counting my breaths. I shouldn't feel like I'm bracing for impact just to walk into my own house, but here I am. Well technically it's not really my house, but I live here now so....
I swallow then step out of the car. Why the fuck I'm i scared of Zane now?. He's not my parent to police where I go.
The house is quiet when I enter, I shut the door behind me softly, dropping my keys into the bowl by the console.
"Where were you."
Zane's voice comes from the sitting room.
I exhale through my nose and walk toward him. He's standing near the window,his jacket is off and his sleeves rolled up. He looks calm, which somehow makes everything worse.
