By the time Altha reached the beach house, the sun was already beginning to set. From a distance, she spotted something unexpected. Lights. Inside. The place wasn’t dark anymore. And as she got closer, she noticed something else. Movement.
Shadows shifting across the walls. More than one. Altha slowed her pace, her grip tightening on her bag. That wasn’t right. She’d only given the house to one person. One woman. One child. So why did it look like someone else was inside?
“What the hell…” she whispered under her breath. For a moment, she just stood there. Then she walked up to the door and knocked. Within seconds, it opened.
