The sight sent Brenda into a frenzy. Her mind screamed for answers, and adrenaline coursed through her veins. Without thinking, she leapt out of her car and ran toward the house, her footsteps echoing in the quiet evening. She had to confront this person—she had to know the truth.
Brenda flung open the front door, her heart thundering in her chest. Stacey and the hooded figure froze, their faces reflecting equal parts shock and fear. Brenda’s voice shook as she demanded, “Who are you? And what is going on here?” The tension in the room was palpable.