Ethan's POV
I didn't go back to sleep. I sat on the edge of my bed with the lights off, watching the treeline through a gap in the curtains until the sky started turning gray at the edges, and somewhere around five in the morning I gave up pretending I was going to rest and went to find Noah instead.
He was already awake, sitting at the kitchen counter with a coffee he hadn't touched, like sleep had abandoned him too for reasons that had nothing to do with what I was about to tell him.
"There was someone outside last night," I said. "At the treeline. Watching the house."
He set the coffee down carefully, like his hands weren't entirely steady. "Watching, or photographing?"
"Photographing. A camera, not a phone. Pointed at my window."
Something moved behind his eyes, fast and dark. "S
