The minutes seemed to stretch into hours as the house fell into a tense silence. The air was thick with anticipation, every creak of the old wooden floors and every rustle of the wind outside making my heart leap. Ava was still asleep in the next room, and as much as I wanted to stay by her side, I couldn't. Ferraro was coming, and I couldn't afford to be caught off guard.
William and Ethan were in constant communication, their phones buzzing with updates from their team. They had people stationed around the property, watching every road and path that led to the house. No one could get in without them knowing. But the weight of Ferraro's impending attack pressed down on all of us.
I stood by the window, looking out at the dense forest that surrounded the house. The trees swayed gently in the wind, their branches casting long shadows on the ground. It felt too calm, too quiet, as if the world outside hadn't caught up to the storm building inside.
