Brielle’s POV
The air grew cold in an instant. Not the kind of cold that made your skin shiver, but the kind that settled deep in your chest and made it hard to breathe. My mother’s voice echoed in my ears—“He’s here.” My feet refused to move at first, rooted in panic, but my heart was already racing, urging me to act before it was too late.
I crossed the room in two steps and stood beside her, peering out through the curtain she clutched. And there he was. Gregory. Standing across the street like he belonged there, as if he hadn’t ripped my whole life apart with lies. He looked the same—neatly dressed, calm on the outside, but I saw it now. The cold calculation behind his eyes. It had always been there. I just never wanted to believe it.
“He’s watching the house,” I said quietly, voice
