Accident

The morning sunlight crawled through the blinds of Ares’s mansion, slicing soft stripes across the cream colored marble floor. The entire place was unusually quiet, no laughter, no movement, no Dorcas humming in the kitchen like she usually did before the children woke.

Ayisha stretched, rubbing her eyes. Her head felt heavy from the restless night she’d had, memories of the police station still flashing in fragments. Tessa had brought her here last night, gave her a guest room, ...