Chapter 47-Rhett
The house was quiet. Too quiet. Not the kind that meant everything was settled. The kind that meant everything was still there, just under the surface. I kept moving at first—lights, windows, a quick check outside without making it obvious. Habit. Instinct. Making sure nothing followed us. Nothing I could see. Didn’t mean anything. I turned back toward the living room. She hadn’t moved much, still sitting on the couch, shoulders tight, like her body hadn’t caught up yet, like she was still bracing for something that hadn’t happened. Or had. “You can try to get some rest.” She glanced at me. “You’re not even tired.” A small shift at the corner of my mouth. “Didn’t say I was.” That almost got a reaction out of her. Almost. But it faded quick, because the tension didn’t. Not the kind f
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