“I know,” Kayla whispered. “I’m sorry. I just… I really heard something.” “It’s nothing,” Sabrina repeated in a steady, polished tone. “Just… go home and rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.” The call ended before Kayla could reply. She left the house quickly, locking the door behind her, but her heart didn’t slow until she was halfway down the street.
She kept glancing back, half expecting someone to appear in the upstairs window. That night, she returned briefly to pick up the notebook she’d forgotten. She meant to slip in and out quietly — but as she approached the porch, muffled voices carried through the door.