The night pressed against the windows like a heavy hand, and Lynda could not shake the buzzing tension that had been following her since Lukas left for work. The air inside the house felt tight, charged, as if something was about to break. She kept walking restlessly from the living room out to the veranda and back again, trying but failing to steady her breath. Nothing helped, not after those cryptic messages. Not after Henry’s warning. Not after Lucas' growing suspicion. She could feel her ...