~Tiara
I sat at the edge of the bed, my fingers trembling as I clasped them together. My heart pounded in my chest, and I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that someone had been in this room. No, not just in the room. Sitting right here, on this bed.
The memory flashed before my eyes again—My parents had checked thoroughly, assuring me there was no one here, but their words hadn’t erased the nagging fear.
I glanced around the room once more, my eyes darting to every shadowy corner, every space that could possibly hide a lurking figure. Was I imagining things? Maybe the stress of everything with Giovanni and this impromptu weekend visit was playing tricks on me.
Suddenly, a movement caught my eye. My breath hitched, and I froze, staring at the floor.
A hand.
Someone was
