Chapter 15 The Scar
- The safehouse feels too big at night — old floorboards creaking under ghosts they all pretend not to see.
- Bishop’s snore hums soft from the couch. Decker’s boots sit by the door like a promise he’ll break someone’s jaw if they come knocking.
- Knox stands in the kitchen, mug cooling in his palm, watching the hallway like it might spit out an answer he’s been trying not to ask for years.