Chapter 57
Shadows Moving
**Mary's POV**
I couldn't sleep.
The bed felt too big, too cold, even with Andrew beside me. His breathing was steady, but I knew he wasn't really asleep. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles stayed tight even in rest.
Something was wrong.
For the past three weeks, Andrew had been different. More distant. More watchful. He would stand by the windows for hours, staring out into the night like he was waiting for something to happen. When I asked him what was wrong, he'd kiss my forehead and say, "Nothing, baby. Just work."
But I knew Andrew well enough now to know when he was lying.
I turned over in bed, looking at his face in the moonlight. Even in sleep, his jaw was clenched. His hand rested near the gun he kept under his pillow, close
