Scarlett Yates was just about to check if the windows were closed properly, when she suddenly heard the faint sound of a woman crying drift into her ears.
She paused, focused, and listened again.
This time, the crying was a bit clearer.
The soft, vulnerable sobs of a woman echoed, and judging by the sound, it seemed to be coming from the hallway just outside the room.
Who could be crying in the hallway in the middle of the night?
Scarlett's attention was caught by the sound of the woman's cries. Without further thought, she turned and walked outside, intending to see what was going on.
She gently twisted open the bedroom door, just as she was stepping out with one foot, her body suddenly froze, and she stood rigidly in place, unable to take another step.
From where she stood, she could directly see the front door in the entryway.
The lights in the living room were off, completely dark.
