Elena's POV

It has been a week since Dad brought Samantha here to hide.

A full week of walking on eggshells.

A full week of careful steps, quiet doors, and me carrying plates like they were secrets instead of food. I made sure I never rushed. Never lingered too long. I knocked softly every time I went to the west wing. I kept my voice low. I smiled even when my chest felt tight.

I thought I was being careful.

But something feels different today.

I feel watched.

Not in a dramatic way. Not like ...