Ronan’s POV

How…

I stood there staring at it, my breath stuck halfway in my chest. The damn house hadn’t been there a second ago. Empty street, shuttered shops, not even a cat around. And then—just like that—it was sitting there like it had always been part of the block.

I rubbed my eyes once, twice. Didn’t change. Same crooked shutters. Same slanted roof. Same warped sign with its peeling paint. I didn’t even need to compare it to Lisa’s picture—I knew. This was the place.

My instincts screamed to back away. To turn around, pretend I hadn’t seen it, and run straight home. Every hair on my arms was...