ZEE
I wasn’t asleep.
I’d been lying in bed for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling while my thoughts tangled themselves into knots.
The room was quiet—but not in a peaceful way. It was that eerie kind of silence that made you feel like something was watching.
So when I heard our front door creaked open, I sat up straight.
Voices floated in—familiar, impossible ones. Laughter, footsteps, and then—
“Is that... Purple?” I muttered under my breath, already moving outside my room.
I peeked out and nearly did a double take. There she was. Purple, in my house, with my dad trailing behind her like a confused passenger.
“What the hell—” I blinked, gripping the doorframe. “What are you two doing here?”
My dad looked at me like I’d just pulled him out of a nap he didn’t know he was
