It was Corey. I picked up the phone nervously only to hear him ask me if I had taken my medicine.
After I muttered assent, he informed me that his driver would bring me to pick Luke up from school.
After hanging up, my heart kept pounding. I couldn't linger on the third floor any longer. If Corey found out, I would be doomed.
I hurried downstairs and locked the door to the third floor, only to see Aunt Rachel's horrified expression. "Why—"
"Oh, I saw a kite flying to the third floor. I went to look for it, but I couldn't find it," I answered nonchalantly.
"Mr. Guzman doesn't allow anyone to go to the third floor. Please don't go in the future, or else—" Aunt Rachel was about to say something but she stopped on second thought.
"Understood. I won't go up again in the future. Please do
