He simply gestured them toward the door.

Chapter 11 — On the Record

They came into the cold living room and threw themselves onto the sofas with their legs crossed, acting like guests who held every card.

I sat in the corner armchair with my hair pushed back so my swollen cheek and stitched lip were in plain view, and Brendan sat beside me, quietly typing a message on his phone.

My father poured three glasses of ice water and slid them across the glass.

“Sit.