Chloe
I hear the front door open and close and glance at the clock. It’s only a quarter to eleven, I’m not expecting the guys home for lunch for another couple of hours. I stop to listen for movement, but the apartment is suspiciously quiet.
Laying the paintbrush I was using to paint the blue trim in the nursery on the side of the paint can, I step out of the room and look around. “Dominick?” I call out. “Duncan?” I know I wasn’t imagining the sound of the front door, but there doesn’t appear to be anyone here but me and the egg.
“Kit? Can you smell anything?” I ask her.
“No,” she shakes her head, but the hair on the back of my neck lifts up. “Something doesn’t feel right, though,” she whispers.
I start to walk towards the front door, but Kit stops me and forces me back toward
