The Harrison mansion loomed large in the night, its darkened windows like eyes watching Andrew and his mother, Agnes, as they returned. Agnes sighed, the weight of unspoken worries heavy in the air.
"Tired, Mother?" Andrew asked, his voice low.
"A little," Agnes replied, her gaze distant. "This whole situation… it’s wearing me down."
"I know," Andrew said, his own weariness evident. He felt a knot of anxiety in his stomach. His mother’s suspicions about his father’s infidelity hung over him like a dark cloud.
Meanwhile, inside the mansion, Nancy, pretend as Angela, moved silently towards Andrew’s room. She slipped inside, locking the door behind her.
Nancy found Andrew sitting on the edge of his bed, his shoulders slumped. She approached him slowly, her heart pounding a rhythm of anti
