Ella’s finger tensed on the trigger, her face hard with suspicion. Laura's mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way to prove her claim.
She looked into Ella's eyes, trying to find any trace of empathy or patience, but found none. "I—I can't," she stammered, "Not right now. I don't know how to control it."
Ella's eyes narrowed further, doubt flooding her expression. "Convenient," she muttered, pressing the gun harder against Laura's forehead and twisting it. “Do I look—“
A loud knock suddenly echoed through the apartment, startling them both.
Ella’s expression shifted from anger to panic as she held a finger to her lips, signalling Laura to remain silent. Her gaze remained fixed on the woman below, wanting to ignore the knock until she realised who it could be. "Who's there?" E
