~ Joan ~
The days flew by quickly as Rhoda and I enjoyed ourselves. Well, it was safe to say our version of fun was... unconventional. After the incident at the club, things only got worse.
Rhoda had always been drawn to danger, which led us to our latest escapade.
“We're not supposed to be here, Jo,” Rhoda whispered, clamping her hand over her mouth to stifle a chuckle. I nudged her as we crept deeper into the now-silent tower.
It was past midnight, and we’d been explicitly warned that guests were not allowed in the tower after that hour.
We’d stuck around—sneaking, to be precise—out of sheer curiosity. What could be so special about this place that it had to be closed at midnight?
Climbing the staircase, we treaded lightly, using our phones as flashlights.
A flicker of movement in
