Chapter 21: Texting For Answers

*** Triton's POV***

I stood outside her for a few minutes. I saw her bedroom window. A soft light seeped through the sheer curtains that draped the window. It was on the second floor and nestled in a little spire of the old farmhouse. I never really noticed that her house was painted a modest dark blue. The second floor seemed to be an attic with two-bedroom spires on either side.

The room below Ariana's room seemed to be the living room. The curtains were closed, but I could just make out the roar of the TV playing some sort of 90's sitcom. I inched forward a little in hopes I might hear her voice.

But then, movement from the top bedroom caught my attention.