The next morning in the closed compound, and Siren was no longer agitated as she had been yesterday. Dressed with the same bathrobe, she deliberately slowed down the steps like she has all the time in the world. Inside the robe’s pocket was her hand, and the phone.
But when she noticed she was no longer alone in the house, her steps faltered. Her hand on the smooth railings nearly lost its grip. She almost fell down in surprise, but it barely showed on her face. She raised her chin and continued her trip down as four pairs of eyes watched her.
“Good morning?” Alessio greeted her first, who like her, was wearing a robe but larger and in a grey color.
She only smiled at him and turned her gaze to Julio, who already had a deep frown on his face. She’s not expecting everyone to be home t
