(Reese)
The second the door closed behind Noah, the apartment felt different.
Not louder.
Not tense in an obvious way.
Just wrong enough that I noticed it immediately.
Ethan noticed too.
He stayed near the kitchen island watching Noah carefully while Noah looked through the apartment like he expected something to move when he wasn’t looking directly at it. His attention shifted toward the windows first, then the hallway, then back toward the front door again. I had seen Noah controlled before, angry before, certain before. This was something else.
“You’re starting to concern me,” I said.
Noah finally looked at me properly.
Dark shirt. Black jacket. Tension sitting underneath his expression in a way I hadn’t seen before.
Tonight something had shaken him.
Ethan crossed his arms lo
