C62 Ghosts From the Past

The house was quiet.

Too quiet.

Moonlight slipped through the curtains of Aisha’s bedroom, painting pale silver across the floor.

Aisha slept peacefully, her head resting against Arjun’s chest.

But Arjun was awake.

His soldier instincts had started whispering that something was wrong.

He carefully moved his arm so he wouldn’t wake her and picked up his phone from the bedside table