Chapter 5: The Voice Behind the Door
When I arrived, the front door was unlocked.
I almost called out. Then I heard Jean’s voice in the kitchen.
Bright. Relaxed. The voice she only used when she thought nobody else could hear her.
I stopped in the hallway.
“…only Anna came,” Jean laughed. “The other one sent some pathetic little apology message about work.”
I frowned slightly.
Then she continued.
“I trained them well. Honestly, they’d set themselves on fire just to keep me warm.”
My stomach tightened instantly.
A pause followed. Then Jean laughed again.
“Oh God… not once in fifteen years did those two fools suspect a thing.”
The flowers nearly slipped from my hands.
I moved closer silently, every step feeling dangerous, every breath trapped inside my chest.
Then Jean said something that made the hallway tilt beneath me… Continue Reading ⬇️
