**Anna's POV:**

The night at the Carlow Estate has no end to it.

I lie on my back and count the shapes the ceiling makes in the dark and the cramping comes and goes in low, steady waves that keep me from finding the edge of sleep. Each time I get close, something tightens below my palm and pulls me back. My body is holding everything at once — the injection, the fear, the weight of the silence from the phone on the nightstand that has not made a sound since ...