Author name: Hauda.A

They talked until dawn. Isla told them everything—how she and Isobel had grown up in a chaotic household with an […]

The police station smelled like burnt coffee and desperation. Emma sat in an interview room that could have been lifted

They got back to the mansion just as the sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of blood and

The drive to Portland should have taken four hours. They made it in three and a half because Alexander drove

Emma couldn’t sleep. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything. The video of Isobel’s fall. The threatening

Alexander’s study was all dark wood and leather, the kind of room designed to intimidate. He poured himself a scotch

Emma woke at 3 AM to the sound of footsteps in the hallway. She lay perfectly still, heart hammering, listening.

Emma spent the rest of the afternoon in her room, reading Isobel’s journal from beginning to end. It started innocently

Emma woke to sunlight streaming through gauzy curtains and the distinct feeling that someone had been watching her sleep. She

Emma moved into the mansion on a Thursday. She’d expected to pack up her studio apartment with some sense of