Clarice's first instinct was to run.
This was her house, yet she felt like an intruder, as if she had accidentally walked into someone else's life.
Standing at the base of the stairs, it took all her willpower to muster the courage to climb them, one step at a time.
The closer she got to the bedroom, the louder the sounds became—panting, moaning, and the unmistakable rhythm of bodies entwined. Every breath and groan from the room hit Clarice like a physical blow.
She couldn't remember how she made it to the door or how she pushed it open, but the sight that greeted her was seared into her mind. Two naked bodies, tangled together on her bed.
The woman, sensing someone at the door, lazily lifted her head mid-act.
When she saw Clarice, she didn't flinch. Instead, she smirked, raising a
