Logan was mid-sentence, explaining how he’d planned out our new life in a cabin Upstate, when the power suddenly went out.
The hum of the refrigerator died. The glow of the microwave vanished.
And the silence that followed was heavy, broken only by Brie’s shallow breathing.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Three slow knocks echoed against the front door of the house. Logan froze. The silhouette of his head slowly turned toward the entrance.
"Stay quiet," he hissed, his voice a lethal warning.
He grabbed his hockey stick from his room and headed to the door. He peered through the peephole before pulling the door open just a crack.
"Hailey?" Oliver called, his voice echoing through the house.
I didn't wait. My heart was a drum in my ears. As Logan stepped out of the house to confront Oliver.
