(Zoe POV)

Through my closed eyelids, I sense them coming closer.

Two sets of footsteps. One hesitant. One measured and calm.

"What happened to her?" My father's voice. Cold. Clinical. Like he's examining a broken tool rather than his daughter.

"Mom said she fell down the stairs." Cole's voice is careful. Neutral.

There's a pause. I feel my father's presence near me. Close enough that I can smell the familiar scent of coffee and old books.

"These ...