~Sienna~

The knock on the door comes late, a low and steady sound that vibrates through the quiet foyer. I check the peep-hole, my heart doing a little flutter when I see Norman standing there. When I open the door, the cool night air rushes in, but it’s the look on his face that stops me. He looks tired, truly weary in a way I’ve never seen, but there is a spark of fire and excitement in his eyes that makes him look younger, more alive.

I step back and let him in. The house is peaceful, ...