It’s been an hour since Paula left, and I’m still lying here with my phone open on the messaging app.

Mrs. Rosa’s name is already in the recipient box—but I haven’t typed a single word.

Honestly, I feel a deep, crawling unease. Even the sound of the wind outside feels like Paula’s footsteps coming closer. Sometimes I think I hear her calling my name.

I’m losing my mind because of that damn woman.

If Frank hadn’t gone off with his ex, I swear I would’ve followed him. I would’ve taken the risk an