Chloe – POV

The footsteps stop just beyond the doorway.

Not hesitant.

Not cautious.

Just… still. A kind of stillness that says the person standing there isn’t unsure or afraid or deciding what to do next.

They already decided.

A cold tremor rolls through my pulse, sharp enough that I feel it in the back of my teeth. Danny hears it too — or rather, he hears what I’m hearing — because his whole body goes rigid beside me. Not dramatically, not even visibly unless you know him. But ...