Chapter 314

We stumbled into Leonardo’s living room, hurtling through the portal so quickly that I nearly knocked over the lamp perched on the oak end table. The room was cloaked in shadows, with the curtains drawn back to reveal the dimly lit street outside. It was late, yet the neighborhood exuded a haunting stillness. No toys cluttered the front yards anymore, and several homes had boarded-up windows. A sickening unease coiled in my stomach, one that Leonardo sensed immediately.