Amelia POV

The house was still when I finally made it upstairs. For a brief, fragile moment, I let myself believe I could breathe again. I changed into a loose T-shirt and curled up on the edge of the bed, my hands resting protectively over my stomach. Daniel’s face kept flashing in my mind—his wide eyes, his warm voice, that unexpected flicker of comfort in the middle of chaos.

I had barely exhaled when the sound of footsteps thundered down the hallway.

My head snapped toward the door. ...