She knows my voice.”
“I know,” I whispered. “We’ll fight this. Whatever it takes.”
That’s when we heard it.
Three knocks on the door.
They were sharp and deliberate.
Megan stopped breathing. I swear the air in the room froze.
“I’ll get it,” I said.
I opened the door, and my heart sank.
Melissa was standing on the porch. She knew where we stayed because we’d made it clear that she could remain in Rhea’s life in whatever capacity she wanted.
Melissa looked different.
Taller somehow.
Her posture had shifted; she was more confident. Her hair was brushed, and her eyes sharper. Not the scared teenager we’d met almost a month ago.
“Can I come in?” She asked, eyes darting past me.
Megan had already gotten to her feet behind me.
She looked stunned. For a long second, nobody said anything. Then Megan nodded slowly, arms crossed over her chest.
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