Behind Closed Doors

The safe house was far from peaceful now. The walls seemed to hum with the tension of everything that had been left unsaid. Caleb remained on the couch, his breathing steadier but his complexion pale. Lena hovered near him, watching the subtle rise and fall of his chest. But even her concern for Caleb couldn’t drown out the questions swirling in her mind.

Ethan stood by the window, staring out at the city below. His phone buzzed incessantly on the coffee table, but he ignored it. Andrew, ever composed, leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling through his tablet. His calm exterior belied the storm brewing outside their sanctuary.

Finally, Lena broke the silence. “What’s happening out there? Why do I feel like the whole world is falling apart while I’m in the dark?”

Ethan turned to her, his expression unreadable. “You’re not in the dark, Lena. You’re in the middle of it.”