I was still shaking.

Still hearing the disgusting sounds I had just witnessed.

Still seeing the image of Lina and Richard in that humiliating, filthy position behind my eyelids.

My stomach was twisted so tightly it hurt.

I pushed the door quietly shut, my breath unsteady, my thoughts spiraling.

What was her aim?

How far was she willing to go?

I didn’t even get the chance to finish that thought—because suddenly, footsteps approached. Not toward me… but deeper into the house. Then ...