** Remy’s POV **

Something about returning home makes the silence worse.

The forest was bad enough… too still, too knowing, but stepping into the clearing around the first of the Phoenix cabins feels even worse.

Ryder raises a hand, and we slow, fanning out across the open space.

The cabins look exactly how we left them last night: doors shut, windows unbroken, porch lights dark. No open drawers. No overturned chairs. No bodies. It’s the same, but so very different; at this time of ...