Sarah's POV
I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, wide awake. Tim’s stillness in the bed next to mine feels unnatural. He’s usually squirming or muttering in his sleep, but tonight, we’re both frozen, trapped by the quiet that hangs in the air like a heavy blanket. My body is tense, and I know Tim feels it too.
The man. The stranger in the garden.
I pull the covers tighter around myself, trying to shake off the image of him creeping through the trees. Tall, shadowy, like a figure from one of those ghost stories I tell Tim to scare him. But this time, it wasn’t a story. And I wasn’t the one doing the scaring.
A chill runs down my spine.
I can still hear Dad’s voice in my head, soft but serious: "Go back to bed." But how can I sleep after what happened? After the crash and the growl? Af
