Ethan POV

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

Emma stood behind me. I could feel her light breath on my back. The anger from earlier had cooled, but it was still there, sitting under my skin. My hand stayed on the door handle when the voice outside called her name again.

Before I could open it, someone knocked from behind.

Another person? Now?

I opened the door fast.

It wasn’t danger this time.

It was my family.

My mother, Claudia, stood in front. She wore one of her usual dresses. The ...