The car parked in front of my house after three intense days of travel. Sitting in the driver's seat with Hunter by my side, I observed the silent house with a mixed feeling of relief and tension. Hunter casually remarked, “Your house is nice.”
“Thank you,” I replied, turning off the engine. We got out of the car, and a curious shadow approached. Meg, the nosy neighbor, seemed to have patiently awaited my return.
“Oh, good that you're finally back, Fierce. The police kept coming here,” Meg exclaimed, as if sharing a juicy secret.
I raised an eyebrow, perplexed. “The police were here? When?”
“Oh, yes, they came just before you arrived,” Meg replied, relishing her role as the messenger of chaos.
I thanked Meg for her “concern” as she scrutinized Hunter with curious eyes. Her intrusion r
