Sandra (P.O.V).
I woke up the next morning to the sound of passing cars down the road. Exhausted, I rubbed my eyes and picked up my phone, it's 7 am. With worn-out eyes, I glanced at my body and realized that I was still wearing the fitted gown from last night.
At that moment, it dawned on me that Danny never came by, returned my calls, or text me. Still confused, I walked down the stairs to my little dining and noticed that the food I prepared was well covered and untouched.
Everything is becoming odd and I couldn't place what the problem is. I glanced at my phone again to be sure that I didn't miss his call or text but nothing was seen.
"Is something wrong?" I asked myself as I scanned around my small but comfortable sitting room, things just didn't seem right anymore. I became w
