DANIEL.

"So, was she expecting us to come in the dead of night or what?" she muttered as we walked inside.

"This trip is more interesting than I thought.” River smirked.

We moved through the small entryway and into the living room, where Brielle sat on the couch, her back facing us. Her posture was relaxed, almost as if she had been waiting for this moment all night. Knowing her, maybe she was.

"Daniel, I knew you’d come tonight," she murmured, her calm.

Then, she turned to face me.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her supposed blue eyes looked cloudy, as if a thin veil of...