Chapter 64

• The morning sun was still shy, peeking through the trees as Kelvin climbed the front steps of the house. His knock was light but steady, his other hand tucked into the pocket of his coat.
• He could already hear movement inside—footsteps, a sharp voice, then the familiar scuffle of Max’s excitement.
• The door creaked open and Anya stood there, hair pulled into a lazy ponytail, coffee in hand, and suspicion still lingering in her eyes from yesterday.