*Kenna*

After the final guest had left the party last night, Uncle Alex had been so angry that he’d calmly sent us to bed. Calm, reasonable anger was always so much more concerning than shouting. I’d clamped my hand over Juniper’s mouth when she’d started trying to explain what had happened to him. Her story about being stood up by a random internet boyfriend was only going to make things worse. I thanked him for being reasonable, then helped Juniper up the stairs. ...