Erica’s POV
I couldn’t sit still.
Every time I tried to sink into the couch, my leg started bouncing, my hands twisting in my lap until I gave up and started pacing again. The safe house felt smaller with each passing minute, its silence pressing in on me like the walls were leaning closer.
Tyler had been gone for—what? 5 hours? More? I’d checked the time so many times, I’d stopped trusting the clock.
The last words I’d managed to get out before he left kept replaying in my head. Where are you going? Come back! They’d left my mouth sharp with fear, but he hadn’t even looked at me—just kept moving like nothing I said could possibly change his mind.
I stopped at the window, pushing the curtain aside just enough to peek out at the dark stretch of driveway. Nothing. Just trees swaying in
