Anyta
The morning sunlight streamed through my window. Teddy was still asleep beside me, his little hand clenched in mine. I brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead softly. For a night, I had peace. For a night, I had my son safe.
But the knock on the door shattered it.
It wasn't soft. It wasn't welcoming. It was firm, hard, and demanding.
I sat up fast, pushing Teddy beneath the blanket once again. My heart was racing in my chest. I could have sworn I knew who it was even before I opened the door.
Everett. It had to be him.
He was looming in the doorway, his jaw clenched, his eyes ice cold. He didn't even greet me. He just walked past me into the living room like he owned the place.
"Everett," I whispered, closing the door behind him.
He turned around, his voice cold. "What
