Evans

I lay in the dark, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Beside me, I felt the mattress shift. Hailey sat up, her movement sharp and jagged. I kept my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to stay shallow, but I could feel her focus on me. It wasn't just a gaze; it was a physical weight. Her ability was out of control, radiating off her in waves of heat that made the air in the room feel thin. I knew she felt it. She felt the rot of the lie I had been carrying since the day we stood at the altar. I waited, counting the...