Skye’s POV
Ezra grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the closet immediately.
"Stay in here. Don't make a single sound. Don't come out until I say so."
"Ezra, wait—"
"Skye. Please."
He shut the door before I could argue, and I stood there in the darkness surrounded by his shirts, my heart pounding so hard I was sure anyone could hear it through the wall. I heard his footsteps move away slowly, and somewhere in the house another window broke.
I pressed my hand over my mouth to stop myself from making a sound. I thought about the day my mom died and how quickly a normal day could turn into the worst one of your life. I thought I might throw up right there in the closet.
Then there was nothing but silence.
It stretched on so long that I started to wonder if something had happened to him
