Saige’s [POV]

I draw in a deep breath, hold it for three seconds, and once I’ve released it I lift my hand.

My knuckles thump against the metal door. Three hard taps that make my wrist ache. And then I wait, my arms by my side, tension holding me immobile.

A sudden gust of wind blows hair into my face. Raising my arm, I tuck the loose strands behind my ear.

The metallic clang of a lock turning draws my gaze away from the road, thankful it’s still as empty as when I walked ...