Hailey

The air in the living room felt like a physical weight against my chest. I could hear the crackle of the fireplace, but the heat didn't reach me. I stood at the top of the stairs for a second, watching the scene below. Evans stood in the center of the rug, his back straight, his shoulders tense like a coiled spring. Across from him, David Wilson sat in the leather chair, looking like he owned the world and everyone in it.

"I heard something interesting today, Evans," David said, his voice smooth and oily. "Something about a woman waking up in your basement."

I didn't wait for Evans to...