Evans

The terror in Nancy’s eyes was like a physical weight against my chest. I felt her pulse through Hailey’s hand as I stepped into the room. I didn't need to hear her words to know the air had changed. The atmosphere in the sunroom was thick, vibrating with a frequency that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"Nancy, let go of her," I said, my voice low and steady. I was trying to keep the panic out of my own throat.

Nancy didn't move. She was staring at the door as if a ghost were standing there. "He’s right there, Evans. The intention... it’s...