Nick’s POV
The second I pushed open the compound gate, my stomach tightened like it had swallowed a fist. That deep, ugly feeling you get when you just know something is about to go horribly wrong? Yeah, that’s exactly what hit me.
Trouble was waiting inside—waiting with both arms wide open like it had been expecting me all day.
And boom—first thing I saw when I opened the front door? Uncle Robert and Evelyn. Standing together like a scene from one of those terrible soap operas my mom used to watch, the ones where you just know someone’s about to faint, slap, or scream.
Robert looked like he was just leaving, all polite smiles, while Evelyn was there to see him off. But the moment their eyes landed on me, their faces lit up like two oversized Christmas trees. And I swear to God, nothin
