The whole house was quiet at first… the kind of stillness Irish had been praying for all night. She’d finally sat down on the edge of her bed, exhaustion pressing against her eyelids.
But just as she was about to drift off, a faint sound made her freeze. They are not alone in the house. Someone else is here.
Her heart thudded once, hard. She stood quickly, slipping her slippers on, and moved toward the door. It was past midnight. Andrea hadn’t had the strength to even sit up earlier. There was no reason for movement. Unless…
Irish stopped just outside her niece’s room, her breath catching as she listened.
There were murmurs, low voices that didn’t belong to one person. A boy’s tone, hush but fixed. Her stomach twisted instantly. She knew that voice.
Braxton.
For a split second, she
