Fiona’s POV

My father’s laugh echoed all the way up the stairs first, it felt so genuine, the kind he only let out when he was so comfortable around someone important. I paused at the very top of the stairs, and gripped the banister so hard my knuckles whitened.

“What the heck is he doing here?” I murmured to myself, rage fuming inside me.

Jalen was already inside, heading to the couch as if he lived here. Some part of me wanted never to see him again, but that was not the case. ...