Irvin's POV
The whole workday, I couldn't focus worth a damn. I sat at my desk, eyes glued to the monitor, fingers tapping the keys, but my head was somewhere else entirely.
Figures on the screen turned into meaningless blurs. The reports I was supposed to read might as well have been written in a foreign language. I pressed my palm against my forehead, sinking back into my chair. Maybe I was reading too much into what my brother had said this morning. Maybe there was nothing lurking beneath his words.
It had to be nothing. That's what I kept repeating to myself. My brother had always been the paranoid type, always seeing threats in empty spaces.
This was probably just another false alarm.
But my instincts were screaming that something bigger was brewing.
My family had been acting weird as hell lately.
