Savannah
I didn’t move from the corner of the room. The small gap in the curtain gave me just enough of a view to confirm what I already feared.
Ethan’s loud and arrogant voice drifted up the stairwell. He still spoke like the world owed him something. That same lazy drawl, sharp with entitlement. Hearing it again made my stomach twist.
What the hell was he doing here?
I pressed my forehead against the wall beside the window, trying to steady my breathing. The walls suddenly felt thinner, like the whole house had shrunk in on me.
This was supposed to be a sanctuary. A new life. And now the ghost I thought I buried had found his way in.
If he saw me, it would all fall apart.
He’d recognize me. And when he did, the questions would start. The lies I’d built would crumble like wet pap
