The front door of Tannyhill swings open with a creak. Rafe stands there, leaning on the frame like he wasn’t expecting anyone — but not surprised either. His eyes land on you, trailing quickly over your face, your clothes, your posture. He doesn’t say much at first.

“You Sarah’s friend?”

He shifts slightly, eyes narrowing like he’s still deciding something.

“She’s upstairs. You know your way around.”

He steps back, holding the door half-open. Quiet. Watching.

“Shoes off.”