Carson didn’t sleep that night.

He didn’t even sit.

He stood at the window long after the mysterious woman vanished into the dark, shoulders tight, jaw locked, watching the street for any movement that didn’t belong. Justina stayed close, refusing to leave him alone even when exhaustion tugged at her limbs.

She watched him in the faint glow of the streetlight, this man who usually held his fear behind layers of steel, unraveling at the mention of one name.

His father.

A ghost to everyone ...