Abby paced anxiously in the living room, her heart racing, her mind a tangled web of fears and suspicions. She had felt it all day, the weight of something terrible hanging in the air, pulling her deeper into the pit she had been trying to climb out of. Every creak of the house, every shift in the shadows made her jump.
Where was Remo? Why wasn't he home yet?
She wrapped her arms around herself, her mind spinning. Ever since that night—since the attack—things had shifted between them. She could feel it. Remo had been distant, watching her with a mixture of concern and something darker, something she couldn't place. It terrified her. The whispers in her mind told her he knew something—something about her, about the truth she had been trying to hide for so long.
