Willow’s POV

The house was unnervingly quiet, the kind of silence that made every creak of the floorboards and whisper of the wind feel amplified. The faint light of the television flickered across the room, illuminating the tense faces of those around me. It felt like we were waiting for something inevitable, something we couldn’t stop even if we wanted to.

Asher sat closest to the TV, his arms crossed and his jaw set in a tight line. Aiden leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his ...