Brielle’s POV
Rain splattered softly against the windows of Gregory’s house, its rhythmic tapping blending with the quiet tension hanging in the air. Brielle stood in the hallway, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes darting between the staircase and the front door. Fiona had barely spoken since the incident—the car that missed her by inches, the panic in her voice as Adrian dragged her inside, shaking with adrenaline.
Now she was gone. Vanished into hiding with no word, no message. Only a scrawled note left on Brielle’s dresser: Stay quiet. They’re watching.
Brielle read those words a hundred times since, her hands trembling each time she touched the paper.
Clarissa arrived just after sunrise, holding Elara’s hand tightly. It was the first time Brielle had seen her niece up c
