The left side of the wardrobe door creaked open, and Anna’s heart leapt. She pressed herself deeper into the right side of the wardrobe to avoid the figure from seeing her while holding her breath.
The figure stepped closer and searched through the open section carefully, checking every corner and even looking under Vincenzo’s clothes hanging inside, making sure nothing was missed.
Anna watched in silence, her chest tight. She had no idea what the figure was searching for.
The figure stepped back and moved toward the left side of the wardrobe. His hand reached for the door, the one Anna was hiding behind.
Anna’s heartbeat quickened as his hand wrapped around the handle. In that moment, she caught a clear view of his build. He was a man.
Before the man could pull the left wardrobe door
