CHAPTER FIVE
The Wright mansion never failed to make Luke feel lonely. Despite the staff and his own parents residing there, the house was so large that it was easy to avoid any human contact if you wanted to.
Luke had never liked living in the place. Sure, it had amazing views of the ocean and mountains, and he certainly couldn’t complain about living in such a nice house. But when he’d gone to friends’ houses, he’d always been reminded of how strange his own family was by comparison.
And then Tristan had run off and things had never been the same.
Luke knocked on his mom’s door, hearing dogs barking before he heard his mom telling him he could enter. Juliet Wright’s bedroom was separate from her husband’s, as it had been for the past twenty years. The furniture and bedding were all i
