Lisa’s POV
The night air had turned heavy, charged with a tension I couldn’t place at first. I stepped out of the car behind Ronan, the soft click of my heels quickly drowned in the silence that wrapped around the figure standing at the front door.
She stood tall at first, chin high, eyes wide with some strange mix of pride and defiance. Like she had every right to be there. Like she belonged.
But it crumbled fast.
As Ronan took another step forward, the confidence in her eyes shattered. I could see it in the way her arms wrapped around herself, the shift in her weight like she suddenly didn’t want to be standing there anymore.
The porch light flickered slightly, casting strange shadows across her face, but I knew who she was long before she spoke.
Her voice came out hesitant, brittl
