Cece Vance
The 44 felt different tonight, the kind of quiet that made the streetlights flicker like they were nervous and the wind move slow like it was listening, and Dee stood on the front steps with his hoodie up, scanning the block with that heavy silence he carried when something in his spirit shifted, the kind that made Corey look up from his phone and freeze mid-sentence while Kayla watched from the doorway, arms folded, already reading the air the way only she could, sensing danger before it had a name. Inside.