Third person POV
Layla dialed Naomi three times and she didn't answer any.
Once again, it was just her and the silence that filled the atmosphere.
She dropped her phone on the couch. Every corner of the house felt heavy as though someone was watching from the walls.
She stood up and began to climb the staircase, her hands trailed the cold oak rail. Every step she took groaned under her feet.
She started by opening the doors she saw upstairs. Her heartbeat increased. When she opened the first door, she found a bedroom.
Inside were pale curtains, an old dresser, framed photos on the wall. Her fingers brushed one frame; the glass was cool and thin. Dust gathered at the edge. Smiling faces she couldn't name looked back at her.
She whispered to herself, "Why is it even more difficu
