Maria's Point of View
The knock at the door echoed through the silent house, making my heart lurch. We all stood there, frozen in place, none of us daring to move. I felt Kairo’s hand tighten around mine, the unspoken question lingering in the air between us.
Who could it be?
Mrs. Thompson’s words hung heavily over us like an ominous cloud. *Someone we never saw coming.* I didn’t know what to think. My mind spun with possibilities, none of them good. Every part of me wanted to run, to hide, to shield my kids from the dangers swirling around us, but the knock came again—this time louder, more impatient.
Kairo exchanged a glance with me, and in that moment, we both understood. There was no turning back. We had to face whatever was on the other side of that door.
“I’ll get it,” Kairo sa
