CANDICE.
We stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the small carved wooden wolf on the windowsill like it was a bomb that might go off at any second.
No one said the name carved into its base. No one had to. Sara hung in the air between us, heavy and suffocating, like a ghost that had just walked into the room and refused to leave.
Killian’s arms stayed wrapped tightly around Leo, holding him close against his chest. Leo had fallen back asleep, completely trusting, his small fisted hands in Killian’s shirt. I could see the tension in Killian’s shoulders, the way his jaw was locked so hard the muscles jumped. He looked like he was barely holding himself together.
I couldn’t breathe properly. My heart was hammering so hard it felt like it was trying to break out of my chest. Someone had
