I stood outside the bedroom door, banging on it with growing frustration. “Grace, open the door!” I shouted, but there was only silence on the other side. I could hear her muffled breathing, but she wasn’t budging. This stubbornness of hers was wearing thin. I knew she was angry about the morning’s events, but this wasn’t the time for games. I needed her to cooperate.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see Gabriel’s name flashing on the screen. Sighing in irritation, I answered the call. “Gabriel, what’s going on?”
“Marshall, we’ve got a problem,” Gabriel’s voice crackled through the speaker. “I’m afraid I have some bad news. Trevor’s turned on us.”
My pulse quickened. “Trevor? What the hell are you talking about?”
Gabriel’s voice was tense, almost strained. “He’s bee
