Hours passed, and Brenda’s anxiety grew with each minute. Nothing unusual happened. She began doubting her plan when the afternoon turned into evening. But just as she was about to give up, a shadowy figure appeared at the end of the street, moving cautiously toward her house.
Brenda’s breath caught as the figure approached her front door. Clad in a black hoodie, they moved with nervous energy, constantly glancing over their shoulder. Brenda watched, heart pounding, as the person rang the doorbell. Moments later, Stacey opened the door and let them in.