Chapter 213: It’s going to be okay

The front door creaked open at 4:13 a.m.

Stefan slipped inside, thinking the house would be dead silent, everyone finally knocked out by grief, booze, or sheer exhaustion. The weight of the night clung to him, his clothes smelling of whiskey and cheap bar air, his eyes glassy, his head pounding with the ache of too many drinks and even more regrets.