The midnight visitor

The night felt different. Heavy, thick. Like the air was holding its breath. Richard stood in his living room, staring at the wall clock ticking too loudly above the mantel. Midnight. He should have been asleep, but sleep hadn’t come easily since he walked into the police station earlier that day and did what he never imagined he would do.

He betrayed Ethan. He kept pacing. His mind was a storm of guilt, anxiety, and the memory of Tessa’s terrified eyes. He had ...