Sierra’s POV
Jayden and I walked back inside, the night air still thick with the weight of what had just happened. My hands trembled slightly, but I kept them clenched at my sides, forcing myself to focus. Jayden’s pace was quick, his body still tense, as if expecting danger to follow us through the door.
The moment we stepped into the house, the warmth was almost overwhelming compared to the cold outside. The soft hum of the fireplace, the distant murmur of voices from another room—it was a stark contrast to the eerie silence of the encounter we just had.
Mrs. Lawrence was seated in the living room, a book resting on her lap, but her gaze lifted the second we entered. Her sharp eyes flicked from me to Jayden, immediately sensing something was wrong. Jason was sprawled on the couch besi
