Chapter - Jenny
Jenny
The feeling hit me right after dark.
It wasn’t anything I saw. Not anyone staring too long or a car parked too close.
Just… a shift.
Like the air changed.
Poppy was in line for the ring toss with Liam, laughing when he missed the bottle for the third time, and I stood there with the hair on the back of my neck rising like static.
Something was wrong.
I scanned the crowd, every face a stranger, every laugh sounding too loud, too sharp.
Liam caught my eye from across the midway. One look at my face and he was moving toward me, weaving through the crowd like he already knew.
“We need to leave,” I said the second he reached me.
His eyes swept the crowd once, calm and quick, like a man used to trusting instincts that kept him alive.
“All right,” he said softly. “We go now.”