The drive back to the house was shrouded in a thick, almost tangible tension.
Laura sat in the back seat of Officer Vargas’s police cruiser, staring out at the blur of city lights as they sped past. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, confusion.
Each thought spiraled into the next, a cascading mess of feelings she couldn’t begin to untangle. Beside her, Sarah was uncharacteristically silent, her usually bright demeanor dimmed by the weight of the last few days.
It had been three months since Laura's divorce and she spent one of those months in the hospital. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the soft hum of the car engine and the occasional crackle of the police radio.
Laura couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The Boogeyman—her
