My hands trembled as I stood on the unfamiliar front porch. Four years. It had been four years since I'd seen Lena's face, since we'd screamed at each other in this very spot after our parents' funeral.

"Don't marry him, Lily. Something's not right about James."

Her words echoed in my memory like a prophecy I'd been too blind to heed.

The house looks beautiful. Blue shutters and hanging ferns are things that Lena has always loved.

"Hey." Ace's voice was soft behind me, his ...