LOGINAvery's POVDean's hand came out of his jacket holding a gun, small and black and impossibly ordinary looking for something that could end everything in this street in a single second.Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.The world seemed to narrow down to that one object. The way it caught the afternoon light, the way Dean's hand shook slightly around it, not steady, not confident, but not any less dangerous for that. If anything the shaking made it worse, made it feel like something that could go off by accident just as easily as on purpose. I could hear my own pulse in my ears, louder than anything else on that street, louder than the birds still singing somewhere in a hedge as though nothing at all had changed in the last three seconds.Somewhere down the block a car door closed, an ordinary sound from an ordinary world that no longer felt like the one I was standing in.Liam moved first.He stepped sideways, putting himself between Dean and the doorway where my mom and I stood, his arm
Avery's POVCarter opened the front door before any of us could stop him."Do not," my mom screamed, grabbing at his arm, her fingers digging into his sleeve."He is not going to calm down staring at us through a window," Carter said, and stepped outside before she could argue further, his shoulders squared in a way I had never seen from him before. His posture looked like a man finally walking toward the thing he had been avoiding for twenty years instead of away from it.We followed, all of us crowding into the doorway, close enough to hear but not close enough to reach either of them if something happened, my heart hammering against my ribs. Liam's hand found mine without either of us deciding it, his grip tight enough that I could feel his own pulse through it."Stay behind me," Liam said quietly, his eyes never leaving Dean's back.I nodded even though I doubted either of us would actually be able to hold still if things went wrong.Dean stood on the path, swaying slightly, his e
Avery's POVAs soon as we got to the kitchen, we turned around and went back to the living room.We locked the door immediately, all three of us moving on instinct. My mum checked the latch twice, then a third time, her hands not quite steady enough to trust the first check. Liam stood at the window watching the empty street like Dean might reappear if he looked away for even a second.I sat down on a chair because my legs did not feel entirely trustworthy anymore. I put my head in my hands, waiting for the shaking to settle, which it did not."He is still out there," Liam said. "Somewhere. He likely did not go far. I do not think a man in that state just walks away and calms down on his own.""I know," my mom said. "We need to call the police.""He's gone anyway. I don't think we need to just yet," Liam said. "Maybe I should call my dad. He's just around the corner. The police could take longer than that, and I do not want us sitting here alone if Dean comes back before anyone arrive
Liam's POVI heard a scream through the wall before I fully understood what I was hearing.I was halfway through changing after training, still in one sock, and for half a second my brain tried to explain it away as something ordinary, a television left too loud, a shout from the street outside. Then it came again, sharper, unmistakably her voice, and I was moving before I had finished deciding to do so, out the door barefoot without a second thought.I went out my own front door and across the grass without stopping for a jacket, without stopping for anything. The cold air hit me but it was not registering at all. My bare foot landed hard on something sharp in the grass that I did not feel until a few steps later. By the time I reached her house the front door was standing half open and Dean had Avery's arm in his grip, her back against the hallway table, her face white."Get off her," I yelled.Dean turned. For a second he looked at me like he did not fully register who I was, his e
Avery's POVI had spent the morning at the athletics office, drafting posts for the weekend fixtures, and I came home with my mind still half on a caption I had not quite finished, thinking about word choice rather than anything else, the ordinary kind of distraction that came from a good day rather than a bad one.It was the best kind of morning I had had in months. The job was good. The work was straightforward. I was useful in a way that did not cost me anything to be useful, and I had walked home in the early afternoon feeling something close to normal for the first time in longer than I could name.The doorbell rang while I was still taking my shoes off.He was standing at the door when I opened it, closer than any of the warnings had prepared me for, and my whole body went cold before my brain had finished registering it was actually him. I had not checked the peephole. I had just opened the door the way I always did, distracted, thinking about something else entirely, and there
Avery's POVThe week continued to be strange.Gerald mentioned something before I had even taken my apron off, his voice lower than usual, the kitchen quiet around us at that hour before the evening rush began."Someone was asking about you yesterday," he said, wiping down the counter without looking up. "A man. He did not give a name. He asked if I knew you, whether you still came in on Thursdays."My stomach dropped."What did he look like?" I asked."Rough," Gerald said. "Thin. Like someone who had not been eating or sleeping properly in a while, the kind of thin that comes from stress rather than choice. I did not like the way he asked. He was too specific. Too interested for a stranger just making conversation about a girl who works here.""What did you tell him," I said."Nothing useful," Gerald said. "I told him I did not discuss staff with people I did not know, and he left without pushing it, which honestly worried me more than if he had argued. But I wanted you to know, in c
Avery's POV The first hour was easy. The Friday crowd was the best kind. Loud enough to disappear into, generous with the tips, and mostly interested in their own conversations. I moved through my set on autopilot, which was not always a good thing but tonight it was exactly what I needed.I was h
Avery's POVFor a few seconds I just stood there in the doorway.My brain kept trying to make it make sense, like if I stared long enough the picture would rearrange itself into something I could live with. But there was no rearranging this. There was Colton, scrambling to pull the sheets up, and t
Avery's POVThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the dim light.It was creeping in through the gap in the curtain, pale and grey, the kind of light that meant it was not quite morning yet but getting close. The kind that meant I had stayed way too long.The second thing I noticed was
Avery's POVThe kiss started soft.Then his hand slid into my hair and pulled me closer, and it stopped being soft entirely.I pressed into him and he pulled me in tighter and the music from the ceiling speaker faded out completely because all I could hear was my own heartbeat hammering in my ears.







