(Esther’s Point of View)
The door stayed open, but no one spoke.
I stood behind Matthew, my fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me upright. My heart was beating so fast it hurt. Whatever was happening had already gone too far. I could feel it in my bones.
Two men stood outside. Dark suits. Calm faces. The kind of calm that didn’t bring peace. It brought trouble.
“Matthew King,” one of them said. “We need to speak with you.”
Matthew didn’t move. His shoulders were tense, but steady. “About what.”
“About everything,” the man replied.
I felt Matthew breathe in slowly. Then he stepped aside, opening the door wider. “Come in.”
They walked past us like they owned the place. One of them glanced at me, his eyes sharp and curious, like he was tryi
