At 11:40 p.m., the gates of the Estates slowly opened, and a black Porsche drove in.
"Sir, we've arrived."
Jim switched on the interior light and glanced at the rear seat.
I had asked him to pick me up after dropping Alicia off. I knew I wouldn't be in any condition to drive tonight.
Leaning back against the seat, I had been resting with my eyes closed. At his voice, I lifted a hand to rub my brow, then opened my eyes and stepped out of the car.
The night air sobered me slightly as I walked toward the house.
I pushed the door open.
Darkness greeted me.
For a brief moment, I paused before reaching for the switch by the wall. The lights flickered on, flooding the living room with brightness that made me squint.
Empty.
The space felt unusually quiet, the light casting long shadows across the room—leaving only my figure standing there.
Something felt… off.
I couldn't quite place it.
