Chapter 39

• Emerson
• The flight back home was a blur. I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that things were slipping further out of my control. Lila had been an afterthought on the trip, her attempts to lure me into bed only solidifying my need to end things. But as I sat on the plane, my mind wasn’t on Lila. It was on Raven.
• I had tried to ignore the signs for too long. She had been distant before, but this was different. The coldness, the way she moved through the house like a ghost—there was something off, something I couldn’t quite place. She had always been sharp, but lately, her confidence seemed to have shifted into something else. Calculated. Purposeful.