Petersons

He turned around only to be greeted by the light coming from the lamp at the corner. He moved away from the balustrade and walked inside. His eyes searched for someone who caused that floorboard to creak.

"Who's there?" His voice echoed in the empty lounge and staircase. The floorboard creak stopped midway. The footsteps didn't retreat, nor did they move forward. Aaron neared the staircase and saw Scarlett standing there.

Dressed in sweat pants and sneakers with only the phone in her hand, anybody would have believed her not leaving the house. But Aaron knew her better.

"Where are you going?" He asked, eyeing the terrace he was standing in. He knew it was the only escape doorway from the lives they hadn't planned.

"Nowhere, why would you ask?"

"Maybe because I know you," Her shoulders slouched, regretted using the same escape they had used since they were kids.

"Don't tell anyone, okay?"