The safe house was quiet. The kind of quiet that pressed in on the skin, making the air feel thick, almost suffocating. It was the kind of night that had trickled by so slowly that it left everyone feeling off balance. Ethan had spread his maps across the table again, talking to Lisa in hushed tones about contingency plans, while Liam had found his way into the kitchen to prepare some food. Olivia sat at the edge of the couch, twisting a silver ring around her finger, staring at the old book she'd been flipping through without really reading.
But Olivia could feel it. Something was wrong. It was a subtle thing, a flicker in the air, the way the silence was too heavy. She rubbed her hand along her leg, and the hairs on her neck prickled.
“Do you feel that?” She broke the silence, her voic
