Hailey's pov
We followed the sound of the scream before it disappeared, vanishing like nothing was ever there. I couldn’t pinpoint where it came from, but the brothers were swift. They moved through the house with sharp precision, checking corners, listening, scanning for anything out of place. They asked if there was a basement. I shook my head immediately and told them no, we never had a basement. They asked again as if I might have forgotten something, but I repeated the same answer.
Ryan, driven by his stubborn nature, didn’t stop. He began searching anyway, snooping around, touching items, knocking on walls, opening every bottom cabinet. Mom owned a simple house; she never wanted a mansion. She always preferred being equal to her town neighbors and friends even though she was extrem
