Serena's POV

The moment the front door clicked shut behind Dominic, a thick, suffocating silence fell over the house like a burial shroud. I sat on the edge of our bed, the mattress barely giving beneath my weight, my fingers twisted tight around the hem of my sweater. The cotton was damp from my palms, sticky with the sweat of a fear I couldn’t name aloud.

I quietly counted one to three and then came the ignition. A low, throaty growl sounded from the driveway, humming through the ...