The Scapegoat

KIERA'S POV

The tension hit me the second I stepped out of the taxi. Sienna stood there, her cheek flushed red, with Mom beside her, hands trembling like she was coming down from a fight. They both stared at me, caught in some kind of emotional deadlock, the porch light casting sharp shadows across their faces.

“What’s going on here?” I asked, letting the keys dangle from my finger. I watched the