My heart sinks like an anchor overcome by gravity when he stops talking. His eyes squint hard, and his whole demeanor tenses like a rock. He’s not looking at me anymore. Instead, his gaze is behind me, looking inside my dark house like he’s searching for something, on high alert. His eyes flash with worry. “Wha—?” My lips start to move, confused, but then Danny’s eyes widen. “Baby, move!” he barks out.
