ELVIE
Justine’s face twisted in irritation when the loud knock broke the eerie silence of the room. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced toward the door, her lips curling in frustration.
“I’m busy. Go back later,” she snapped, her voice sharp and filled with annoyance.
For a moment, I thought I saw a shadow retreat through the cracks of the doorframe. I wanted to ask who it could be, but something in Justine’s manner made me think twice. Before I could open my mouth, she turned toward me, her face hard.
“Don’t mind it,” she said curtly, brushing off my curiosity. “It’s nothing.”
I swallowed the questions bubbling up inside me, my heartbeat quickening. There was something unsettling about the knock, something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. But Justine’s cold ga
