# Noah's POV#
The email arrives at 5:47 AM.
I'm already awake, staring at the ceiling while Chloe sleeps peacefully beside me. Sleep has become a stranger these past few weeks. My phone buzzes softly against the nightstand.
The sender's address is anonymous. A string of random numbers and letters that tells me nothing. But the subject line makes my blood freeze.
"Chloe Bennett's melodious singing!"
My thumb hovers over the delete button. Nothing good can come from anonymous emails with provocative subject lines. But something stops me. A terrible intuition that crawls up my spine like ice water.
I slip out of bed quietly. Chloe doesn't stir. Her face looks innocent in the dim morning light, almost childlike. The same face I fell in love with three years ago.
In my study, I plug in headphones and open the email. There's no message. Just an audio file. Forty-three minutes long.
I almost close it. Almost delete everything and pretend this moment never happened.
