Finally, she was here. The car rolled to a stop in front of the three-bedroom apartment — the vacation house, the wedding house, whatever name it once held. Selene was finally standing before it.

As she stepped out, a cold gust of wind brushed against her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms. The house looked the same — quiet, tasteful, perfectly ordinary. That was why they’d bought it in the first place. It had felt normal, untouched by their wealth and all its noise. A place where ...