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 ⬇️