C23 It doesn't worth the Betrayal

I didn’t trust the silence.

It wrapped around the cabin like a noose, too still, too calculated. My fingers tightened around the gun, its cold steel biting into my palm. Reid was asleep on the couch, his tiny form cocooned in a blanket that felt far too thin for the chill in the air. Precious sat by the window, her eyes darting nervously to the darkness outside