After Andrew strolled into a house that wasn’t even his, acting like he owned the place, Sophia flicked on the kitchen lights to make it easier for them to scope out the surroundings. Once Andrew parked his car in the front yard, it was like he’d sent out a neon sign to everyone nearby: Hey, we’re here! Not the smartest move, considering they were being hunted. But leaving the lights off would’ve raised even more eyebrows, like, why sit in the dark if you’re actually there?
While Sophia played it safe, grabbing a glass of tap water to quench her thirst, Andrew went full-on bold. He yanked open the fridge, spotting a stash of groceries Killian had bought for his stay, before SAF wrecked the place. But now? The house was spotless. No destruction, no bodies, not even a shard of glass. It was
