As we laughed and settled into our binge-watching, I felt a warm sense of ease wash over me. Moments like this, with Ethan just a few inches away, made me forget about my brothers' antics, if only for a little while.
We were halfway through the second episode when the atmosphere shifted. The lights flickered, and the air felt heavy. I glanced toward the window, noticing the darkening sky. "Did you hear that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan's brow furrowed. "Hear what?"
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I grabbed it, my heart pounding when I saw a message from Dante: Hey, we need to talk. Urgent.
I felt a chill run down my spine. "It's Dante," I said, trying to keep my tone steady. "He says it's urgent."
"Should we go check on him?" Ethan asked, concern etched on his face.
"Maybe," I replied, glancing at the door, my instincts kicking in. Something felt off. "But—"
