{Lisa's POV}

The door hadn’t even fully creaked open before I heard Mrs. Jocelyn’s voice echo through the house like a morning alarm.

“LISAAAAAAAAAAA!”

The next second, her heels clacked furiously against the floor.

I barely had time to stand from the living room couch before she came barreling in. Petra trailed behind her, phone still in hand, trying to close the front door with one foot and failing spectacularly.

“There she is! She’s alive!” Petra cried.

“I told you not to run ...