UNEXPECTED VISIT
I finish my bath, skin warm, mind a little clearer than before.
I slip into the soft nightie they brought, silky, loose, but still somehow clinging in the wrong places, and wrap my white towel around my wet hair.
I’m just about to walk out for dinner when my gaze lands on my phone lying on the bed.
My heart jumps.
My parents.
Mia.
Everyone must be panicking.
I grab the phone immediately.
Thirty-seven missed calls glare back at me.
Thirty-seven. All from Mom, Dad, and Mia. A knot forms instantly in my chest.
Before I can even open a message, the battery icon blinks red and the screen goes black.
Dead.
I whisper a frustrated sigh.
Of course. I haven’t charged it since yesterday.
Clutching the lifeless phone, I head downstairs. The mansion is quiet, too big,
