I hadn’t slept much. Not with the lights on, not with the door locked. Not with Teresa missing. I'm not a fan of hers, but it was time to act because it is not safe for me either. If the almighty Teresa can go missing, who am I?
I poured myself a cup of coffee and I barely touched it. My mind was racing with many questions as I went straight to the security room. I clicked into the history log on the security panel and, to my surprise, there was nothing there. In fact, the security cameras have been turned off.
That had never happened before. Not even during the renovations of the house. Someone had deleted the recordings, someone with access, someone who knew exactly what they were doing. Someone like Teresa. But why would anyone delete the history?
I stared at the screen for a while,
