Nova’s car pulled up to Bentley’s house, the sleek tires gliding over the smooth, paved driveway. The estate stood in all its grandeur, but something about it felt oddly still.
She had tried to reach Bentley several times during her journey, but each call went unanswered. His phone rang and rang, but there was no response. It was the weekend, so she assumed he might have been sleeping in, blissfully unaware of her frantic attempts to contact him. But now, as she stood outside the house, a knot of unease tightened in her chest.
Nova walked up to the front door, her hand hesitating for a moment before stepping inside with her bags.
“Bentley?” she called out, her voice echoing slightly in the large, empty space. There was no answer. The house seemed to be sleeping. It wasn't so quiet per
