In a small apartment...
Helen paced around the living room, her eyes occasionally drifting to the television where the news about Mr. Bayou’s death still flashed across the screen.
It was a rare moment of satisfaction for her.
The successful completion of her first task for Delilah gave her a sense of power she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She had gathered all the necessary details about Mr. Bayou, confirmed he was Mrs. Gaga’s cheating husband, and now he was gone.
Helen smiled to herself, briefly savoring the victory.
That smile quickly faded when she heard the unmistakable sound of the front door creaking open, followed by heavy, uneven footsteps.
Her heart sank as she turned toward the door. Jonah was home.
Jonah staggered through the entrance, reeking of alcohol, his shirt
