Caleb’s P.O.V

I watched as Shane ran a hand through his hair, his fingers clenching at the strands as if trying to ground himself. His brows were furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line, and there was something about his posture that made me uneasy. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I studied him.

“What do you mean by feeling eerie about them?” I asked, my voice laced with curiosity and just a tinge of concern. Shane wasn’t the type to get worked up ...