Aubree’s POV
It didn’t hit all at once.
It crept in quietly—like a shadow slipping beneath a door, unnoticed until it was already inside your chest.
Breakfast had been overwhelming.
The tension in the house was suffocating.
And the threat… hearing that someone wanted to use me to hurt the twins… it clung to me like broken glass under the skin.
I tried to breathe normally as I walked down the hall alone—just a break, just a moment away from the twins’ constant watchfulness. I didn’t want them to see me fall apart. Not after everything they’d already done.
But halfway to my room, my vision blurred.
My pulse spiked.
My hands trembled.
The air suddenly felt thick.
Wrong.
Too heavy to swallow.
I pressed my back against the wall, fingers digging into the cold surface, trying to drag
