Ellen’s POV

Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, but I ignored the warnings and stayed crouched in the shadows, hidden among the tangled bushes encircling the isolated wooden cabin.

It had been some time since the well-dressed woman—Mia’s mother—had disappeared inside, and an unsettling silence had fallen, thick and ominous. Ethan had pulled every curtain tight, blocking any view into the house. Whatever was unfolding within those walls couldn’t be good.

Ethan was ...