Risen From The Dead

Someone was moving inside that house, aiming for the front door. The lock turned. A moment later, a figure appeared in the dark doorway. He pulled up short at the sight of me and Kieran. The look on his face was pure shock. And maybe some panic. ‘Amiyah.’ I stared at the man I used to call Dad, the man I thought died in a fiery car crash, the man whose body I shed tears over and buried. It was surreal. ‘What are you doing here?’ Brennan stood on the front steps, eyes darting around as if looking for the best escape route. He wore a cream-coloured cashmere cardigan and grey slacks. I bought him that cardigan for his birthday. ‘I could ask you the same thing,’ I heard myself saying, though it was hard to believe I was capable of uttering a sound. Brennan still had one hand on the doorknob. He had no intention of inviting us in. And I had no intention of letting him leave. ‘You should turn yourself in,’ I said in a monotone. ‘You did bad things. You have to pay for them.’ ‘I don’t know wh