CHLOE’s POV

The house felt too quiet that morning, quiet in that way that makes your bones restless. Quiet in a way that tells you someone is watching, even if they aren’t in the room. Quiet from the argument of yesterday, quiet from the tension between I and Ethan.

I woke up before the sun, lying on my side of the enormous bed like a guest who was afraid to disturb the sheets. Jake wasn’t beside me. The imprint of his body was cold.

Somewhere deep inside my chest, something ...