SERA
I was still staring at the meal brought in last night when the door suddenly clicked. I looked up, expecting someone to walk in, but nobody did. I raised my brows and slowly stood up then. I walked towards the door and reached for the handle, and sure enough, it was open. I stood there for a moment, hand still on the handle, half-expecting someone to appear from nowhere and slam it shut again but nobody did. The hallway was quiet and empty, the kind that contradicts peace.
I stepped out slowly then and walked straight, unsure of where I was going, praying for a possible escape.
The house was beautiful, but in a cold way. High ceilings, floors that reflected light like water, furniture that looked like it had never been touched by someone who actually lived here. Everything was ex
