The crash of a raised voice shattered my sleep. My eyes flew open, my heart immediately pounding. The deep, loud voice was Raymond's. But the other voice, colder, sharper, I knew from my parents' time. Greeley. Lacie's father.

I was out of bed in an instant, my bare feet silent on the cool wooden floor. I cracked the bedroom door open. The argument from the living room flooded the hallway.

"…unacceptable treatment, Raymond!" Greeley's voice was like grinding stone. "Keeping her locked up like ...