Kaden:
The call should’ve been nothing.
A chimney fire. Contained. Routine. The kind of thing a probie could’ve wrapped without supervision. But the entire time, something crawled under my skin, unsettled and sharp. A pull. A warning.
A voice buried under instinct saying:
Get back. Now.
I tried to shake it off.
I couldn’t.
We cleared the fire in minutes. I didn’t wait for the overhaul. The second I stepped outside, snow swirling around me, the dread in my chest doubled.
I reached for my radio. “Frost to dispatch—status check on the station?”
Static. Too long.
Then: “All clear last report. Why?”
Why?
Because Emma had watched me leave like she already knew something was coming. Because her trauma had its own gravity and I should’ve listened when it pulled at me.
Because the diff
