Tessa's POV:
From the moment the door clicked shut, I knew things were going to spiral. For goodness' sake.
Summer’s breath came out in hitches in the silence, too loud in the large room. I pressed my body tighter to the cold floor, every muscle locked and straining. The recorder blinked once, then vanished into shadow again—silent, but ever listening.
“Hey,” Summer said again, her voice fraying at the end. “I just… I need to know. About that night.”
“What night?” Tori’s voice was soft. Friendly. Too friendly.
“The night you told me to knock on her door. Tessa’s door.”
Silence.
From beneath the bed, I could hear the rustle of sheets—Tori had moved. Sat up, maybe.
“Summer, you must be confused.” She said, and this time the friendliness was gone. “What are you talking about?”
Summer
