Kendra’s POV
“What is going on here? What are you doing here, Kendra?”
Caleb’s voice cracked like ice under pressure. His gaze shifted from me to Scott, bouncing between us like he was trying to piece together a puzzle he never wanted to solve.
I couldn’t speak. My lips parted, but nothing came out. My heart slammed against my chest, hard enough to ache. I wanted to explain, to lie, to vanish.
Scott moved toward him, slow and deliberate. His voice was calm, almost quiet, but it carried weight.
“Let’s go, son. We need to talk.”
Caleb didn’t move at first. He looked at me one last time, confusion bleeding into suspicion, then let Scott place a hand on his back and steer him out.
The door closed with an unsettling softness.
And then the silence returned.
I stood in the same spot, the
