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He already knew

Author: Kelly's Write
last update publish date: 2026-06-21 02:48:04

CHAPTER SIX — He Already Knew

POV: Elena Voss

For a long moment, neither of us spoke.

Marcus sat at the kitchen table with his hands tightly folded, my banking app still glowing on the laptop screen. In the corner, the burger wrappers I'd thrown away earlier sat in the trash, and Liam's music drifted faintly through the ceiling from upstairs.

Ordinary sounds. An ordinary house. Yet, absolutely nothing ordinary remained.

I set my purse down slowly on the counter and sat at the chair in fro
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