Aurora pov

Ryan and I walked to the house opposite the burnt building. He pressed the doorbell and we waited.

The door opened to a woman in her thirties. She held the door with one hand, polite and steady. She was of medium height, with shoulder-length brown hair pulled back into a loose bun, worn but tidy clothing.

She didn’t look surprised,only polite.“Hello,” she said.

It’s not every day strangers show up at your doorstep.

“Hello, ma’am. We just want to ask a few questions ...