Chapter 4

The knock came at midnight.

I was curled up on my new couch, still getting used to the sound of my own breathing in this empty space. The sharp rap against my door made me jump, my book sliding off my lap onto the floor.

"Sutton!" Jeremy's voice, muffled but unmistakable. "Open the door. We need to talk."

I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. How had he found my address? I'd been careful—new lease, new phone number, new start.

"I know you're in there," he called again, his voice rising. "Your light's on."

I swallowed hard and approached…