Gabriela closed the door of the triplet’s room, tiptoeing to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. It was already almost midnight, and she hadn’t even started writing that report. Her mother had texted her to say her boss had asked her to take some overtime so she wouldn’t be coming back before four a.m.
Gabriela poured herself a cup, suppressing another yawn, then headed back to her room. She opened the door carefully, then closed it even more gently, letting out a sigh of relief when no cry reverberated through the apartment.
She took a step in when a strange clicking noise reached her ears. Stopping in her tracks, Gabriela listened in while looking around the room. Her bed stood with the covers in a pile in the corner; the boxes were now gone and her stuff was rearranged over a small
