Blaze:
Just as she promised, Kat was up too damn early, rustling around like a tornado in a tank top and leggings, barefoot and determined to make this house look like it belonged in a magazine by noon.
I let her go about her mission and stepped out onto the porch, the air still cool and quiet before dawn fully arrived. I lit a cigarette, dragging deep and slow, letting the smoke settle the knots that had taken up permanent residence in my gut ever since we moved in. Not bad knots—good ones. The kind that came with too much joy. Too much to lose.
That’s when I saw it.
Black car. Parked at the far end of the street. Engine off. No lights. Just… there.
Wrong.
Didn’t fit in this clean little stretch of land, with wraparound porches and tricycles in yards.
I flicked the butt into the gr
