*TRAE’S POV*

Mira peeked out from a small crack in her bedroom door.

“Why don’t I come out there and chat?” she suggested. “My room is a mess.”

“Sure, I’ll meet you in the living room,” I replied, hiding my growing suspicion.

Why did she smell like mulberry wine? Was someone in her bedroom? I could hear multiple feet shuffling around. Was it just Duke?

“Grayson, you’re free to go home,” I said as Mira ...