HAZEL

The back door opened, banging against the wall, and before either Corbin or I ran, a voice called out, "Lucy, I’m home."

He relaxed, but I didn’t find Cyrus visiting as reassuring as his twin. Not that Cyrus did anything to upset me or even to be rude, but I found something about him off-putting. He smiled a little too brightly.

I trusted him in the sense that he didn’t want to kill me—I’d lowered my trust standards significantly in the ...