Blake’s POV

At first nothing feels wrong.

That is the part that messes with my head the most, because later I will replay this night over and over, looking for the exact moment when I should have known. The exact second when I should have felt it in my gut and acted faster. Instead, it starts like any other evening, quiet and ordinary, with the sky turning dark outside and the house settling into that stillness that comes after a long day.

I am sitting on the couch, phone in my hand, ...