Chapter 83: The Night That Wouldn’t Settle
Brent shut the door behind him, the cold air trailing in like a shadow. Emery stayed close, her hand still on his arm, grounding herself in the solidness of him. Jonah hovered a few feet away, pale and tense, like he was waiting for something to break.
Brent scanned the room once — not paranoid, just instinctive — then looked at both of them. “Tell me exactly what happened.”
Jonah swallowed. “The porch light went out. Not the power — just the porch. Then we heard footsteps. Slow. Close.”
Emery nodded. “They stopped right outside the door.”
Brent’s jaw tightened. “And then?”
“Your headlights came up the drive,” Emery said. “And whoever it was… ran.”
Brent exhaled through his nose, steady but sharp. “He was in the trees when I pulled in. Watc
