Maeve's POV.
I didn’t sleep much after I got back.
Not because I was thinking about Aaron. I shut that door tight the moment I drove away from Ravenswood. I knew better than to let myself spiral over what couldn’t be undone. Regret was a luxury I didn’t keep around.
What kept me awake was the feeling that something in my house wasn’t sitting right.
It wasn’t fear. Fear makes noise. This was quieter than that. Like a note played wrong, not loud enough to notice unless you already knew the tune.
I went through my routine anyway.
Up before dawn. Boots on. Jacket zipped. Knife strapped where it always was. I checked the generator first. Fuel level normal. No loose wires. No smell that didn’t belong.
The cows were restless.
That stopped me short.
They weren’t panicking. No broken fenc
