Tiffany's POV
I was in the cabbage patch behind our shabby little house when I saw it—Yin's carriage, pulling away from our street like it had any business being in this part of town.
My heart kicked up a notch. Yin. Here? Why?
I dropped the basket of cabbages and ran around to the front of the house, my skirts hiked up in a way Mother would have scolded me for if she were still alive. Father was standing in the doorway, looking dazed, like he'd been hit over the head with something heavy.
"Father?" I called out. "What's going on? Why was Yin's carriage here?"
He jumped, like I'd caught him doing something he shouldn't. His face was pale, hands trembling slightly as he gripped the doorframe.
"Tiffany. I didn't hear you come around."
"Obviously." I studied him closer, noting the way he couldn't quite meet my eyes. "What happened? Did something happen to Irene?"
