Cecilia
Harper froze in place, her tirade dying on her lips.
In an instant, her demeanor shifted from righteous fury to wide-eyed alarm. She whirled around and grabbed my arms with surprising strength.
"Who—who is it?" she whispered, her voice suddenly small.
My heart pounded painfully against my ribs.
I glanced at the clock on Harper's wall.
Midnight. Exactly.
"Ding-dong—"
The doorbell rang again, the innocent chime somehow transformed into something straight out of a horror movie.
We instinctively backed away from the door, putting as much distance between ourselves and whoever—or whatever—was on the other side.
The self-proclaimed fearless lawyer who moments ago had been ready to take on the world now looked as terrified as I felt. Her face had drained of
