CHAPTER 34: WHY WAS HE DOING THIS?
AMANDA:
I slid out from under the covers so slow I barely made a sound. Mia was sprawled out, her breathing deep and even, and Max had his thumb near his mouth like he used to when he was a toddler.
My heart was still hammering against my ribs, but I couldn't just sit there. I knew that smell. I’d know it if I were blind, deaf, and dead.
That scent belonged to Donovan.
I crept out of Mom’s room, my bare feet cold against the worn-out floorboards. I stood in the hallway for a second, staring at my bedroom door. I held my breath, straining my ears for a floorboard creak, a heavy breath, or the rustle of clothes.
Nothing.
The house was dead quiet. But the air... the air was thick with him. It was like he’d just been standing right in f
