Dylan turned on his side, away from the view of the waning moon. He drew Heaven closer, hoping the warmth of her body would chase away the chill in the air. His lips brushed her shoulder as he noticed the clock. Green digital numbers stared back at him, mocking his heavy eyes. Just past one. He blinked twice, making sure he’d read the time right, but the numbers didn’t change.
At this rate, he’d never fall asleep. Eerie thoughts tormented him. The package that came for Heaven, the photo it contained, the haunting words at the bottom, and the person responsible for sending it.
This had to be his dad’s doing. No one else would mess with Heaven. Except for Zeke. He had a grudge to settle with Dylan for beating him to a pulp. While Dylan couldn’t put anything past Zeke, his gut seemed dead s
