The atmosphere in the house shifted the moment Martin stepped inside.
Not loudly. Not visibly.
But with the quiet gravity of danger entering a place that had begun to feel safe.
Zayn closed the nursery door behind him with deliberate care before turning toward the hallway. His posture had already changed — shoulders squared, gaze sharp, every instinct sharpened to a blade.
Martin stood waiting near the study entrance, tablet in hand, jaw set in a hard line.
Lena felt the tension ripple through Zayn even before he spoke.
“What happened?”
Martin did not soften the truth.
“Approximately twenty minutes ago, an attempt was made to breach the residence perimeter. The intruder triggered the secondary motion sensors near the east security fence.”
The words landed like cold steel.
Zayn di
