Macy never thought three men would walk into her life and turn it upside down in one night.
She was twenty-four, still raw from a messy breakup, and had just moved into the quiet suburban house her late uncle left her. The place felt too big and too empty. The neighborhood was peaceful — trees lining the streets, families with kids, the kind of place where nothing exciting ever happened. At least that’s what she thought until that night.
It was a little after midnight when she heard the first strange sound outside. A soft scrape against the back window. Then footsteps on the wooden porch. Macy’s heart slammed against her ribs. She grabbed the biggest kitchen knife from the block and crept toward the back door, phone in her other hand, ready to call for help.
Before she could dial, the d
