ELODIE’S POV
The house felt different that night, I couldn’t explain it. Nothing had changed—not the walls, not the silence, not the steady stillness that had become almost familiar.But something felt… off. I sat up slightly in the bed, wincing as my ankle protested the movement. The room was dim, shadows stretching long across the floor as the last of the light disappeared.
Too quiet. My eyes drifted toward the door, then the window. Then back again.
“Stop it,” I muttered to myself. “You’re imagining things.”
But I wasn’t, I could feel it. That same awareness I had felt in the forest— Only this time… It wasn’t Nathan, a sound. Soft. Barely there. But enough. My breath stilled. Someone was in the house.
I pushed myself up, ignoring the sharp pain in my ankle as I stood. My heart start
