Chapter 44: Bad Things
Reese
I knocked once on the door and waited.
“Who’s there?” Savannah’s voice came from inside, slightly muffled, softer than usual but still carrying that familiar steadiness that had always defined her—even when everything else about her seemed to be unraveling.
“It’s me,” I replied. “Reese.”
There was a pause. Not long. Probably less than a minute. But long enough for me to wonder if she’d change her mind.
Then she spoke again.
“Come in, please.”
I reached for the handle, twisting it slowly before pushing the door open and stepping inside.
The room was quiet.
Not eerily so, not empty—but quiet in that intimate way, like the world outside had been deliberately shut out. The curtains were partially drawn, letting in just enough gray daylight to soften th
