Chapter 15. What My Hands Said

Wren POV

I stood on the sidewalk with my phone in my hand and the lie still glowing on the screen.

Silas didn't get up.

"Term two," he said. "You don't lie about where you are. I assumed that went both ways."

I typed. My thumbs are steady now. Anger did that.

You tracked me.

"I followed your scent eleven blocks from that house, Wren. In the dark. On my bike, with the headlight off, so you wouldn't see me and run." His voice was low and very even, which I'd learned meant he was furious. "You walked past an alley where anyone could have been standing. You crossed the park. You crossed the park."

I can take care of myself.

"Eleven days ago, two men stood at the edge of the trees and pointed at you." Now he stood up. "You saw it. I saw you see it. And you walked home alone through the park at midnight."

You don't get to decide