KOURTNEY

The evening light had turned into a bruised purple, casting long, dramatic shadows across the expansive living room.

I was curled up on the oversized velvet sectional, my legs tucked under me and my earbuds pushed in tight.

I was currently trying to lose myself in some mindless romantic comedy, but my eyes kept drifting to the sliding glass doors, back to the memory of what happened earlier—the man who seemed to haunt every corner of this house.

Tessa was upstairs, completely dead to the world.

We had spent the afternoon walking through what felt like fifty rooms, and by the time we hit the third floor, she’d crashed...