Andrea
My first night in the Harpers’ house felt like stepping into a lion’s den. Rachel had spent the evening fussing over me, showing me everything like I was family. Her kindness was a knife in my chest, getting deeper with every smile.
“You’re sure you’re comfortable?” she asked, standing in the doorway, her eyes warm.
“Yeah, it’s perfect,” I said, forcing a smile. “Thank you, Rachel.”
She beamed. “We’re so glad you’re here. Sleep well, okay?”
I nodded, my throat constricted. “Good night.”
She closed the door, and I sank onto the bed, my heart pounding. Jacob’s words from the mall echoed in my head: 'I can’t wait to give you a special welcome on your first night in my house.' I should’ve locked the door, told him no, done anything to stop this. But I didn't.
The house was silen
