| ANDRE’S POV |

My blood ran cold.

Mrs. Lisa’s eyes were wide, full of the same panic I felt, and she stared directly at me.

The doorknob jiggled slightly.

“Mom? Are you awake? I heard some weird noises coming from your room,” Ryan said from the other side of the door.

Mrs. Lisa’s body, which had been limp and spent on top of me, suddenly went rigid. Then, with a slow, deliberate precision, she shifted.

She pressed a finger to her lips, her eyes locking onto mine with a demand ...