Chapter Three


The kitchen was empty, but the back door was slightly open, swinging gently as if it had been left ajar in a hurry. Jenna’s stomach twisted. She lived in a quiet, safe neighborhood, but right now, it felt as if anything could happen. She didn’t know whether to feel relieved that whoever had been there was gone or terrified that they might come back.


She stepped forward, intending to close the door, but a faint noise caught her attention. Her breath hitched as she recognized it—the familiar ping of her phone’s notification sound. But it wasn’t coming from her room. It was coming from somewhere outside, beyond the door.