Elena pov
I was still cracking eggs for a sponge cake, having decided to whip one up before heading to bed. The clatter of plastic and stainless steel plates filled the air, breaking the stillness of the night.
The sound of crickets chirped in the background. I reached for my spoon, ready to mix the eggs, when a knock echoed through the door, causing my heart to race. I paused, trying to gather my thoughts.
“Who could be knocking at this hour?” I whispered the question, glancing at the wall in disbelief. What? 11 PM! Oh no, Elena, what were you thinking, making a sponge cake at this time?
I steeled myself and moved toward the living room, my steps slow and cautious, wrapped in anxiety.
“Elena?” a voice called, knocking persistently.
“Who... who is it?” I asked, my breath quickening
