The morning light filtered through the curtains in Rowan's house, casting long shadows across the kitchen floor. The snow outside had stopped falling, but the air still felt cold and heavy, like the weight of secrets hanging over everyone. Holly Winters stood by the coffee maker, her hands shaking a little as she poured a cup. Her red hair was messy from a night of little sleep, and her green eyes were red from crying. The events of last night replayed in her mind like a bad dream—Anna's ...