Ryan pressed himself tighter against me on the bathroom floor, his forehead damp with sweat, his breathing shallow and uneven. I still had 911 on the line, the phone clutched so tightly in my hand it almost hurt.

“They’re on their way,” the operator whispered, calm but urgent. “Do not open that door under any circumstances.”

Ethan came in first. I recognized him instantly—not by sight, but by the rhythm of his steps. Quick. Controlled. The way he always moved when he thought he could still fix everything, still clean up whatever mess he’d made.

The woman with him wore heels. Thin ones. Each step clicked sharply against the floor, echoing through the house like a countdown ticking closer and closer to something irreversible.

“They’re not here,” she said.

There was a pause—short, tense—and then I heard the dull thud of a suitcase hitting the floor.

“What do you mean they’re not here?” Ethan snapped, his voice tight with irritation.

He moved quickly through the living room, then into the kitchen. Cabinets opened. Doors slammed shut. A second later, his footsteps shifted direction—straight down the hallway. Toward us.

Ryan’s fingers dug into my wrist with desperate strength. I stroked his hair, trying to steady him even though my own hand trembled uncontrollably.

The bathroom handle jerked violently.

“Emily,” Ethan called, and the softness he used to fake before was gone. “Open the door.”

I stayed silent.

He rattled the knob harder.

“I know you’re in there.”

The woman spoke again, quieter this time, but I could still hear the fear creeping into her voice.

“I told you we should wait. I told you.”

“Shut up.”

His palm slammed against the door. Once. Then again, harder. Ryan flinched beside me.

“Emily, listen to me. Things got out of control. Just open the door and we’ll talk.”

I leaned closer to the phone, my voice barely steady.

“He’s here. He’s trying to break in.”

The operator didn’t hesitate.

“Officers are already outside. Stay where you are.”

Then everything collided at once.

Sirens screamed in the distance, growing louder by the second. A heavy knock thundered at the front door. A voice shouted, “Police!”

The woman gasped.

Ethan’s footsteps rushed away from the bathroom, back toward the living room.