Ezoic
Without another thought, she made a sharp U-turn, ignoring the horns blaring behind her.
“What if the house catches fire? What if the neighbors get hurt?” Her thoughts spiraled as she sped through the familiar streets toward home, every red light feeling like an eternity.
The House That Felt Wrong
When she finally arrived, she barely remembered paying the driver. Her hands shook as she unlatched the gate and stepped onto the porch.
Something was off.
The front door was closed, yet she could see a faint flicker of light spilling out from under the bedroom door. Jason should’ve been at work hours ago.
Her pulse quickened. She pushed the door open slowly.
Ezoic
A thick, sweet scent filled the air — a perfume she didn’t own.
Then came the sound of voices. Soft, low, intimate.
Her trembling hand found the bedroom doorknob. She turned it slightly — just enough to see through the crack.
Ezoic
The Truth Behind the Door
