The Past Knocked at the Door

Ontario, Canada.

Alliana's pov:

BANG! BANG BANG!

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door and Peluche barking. My eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, as I reached for my phone to check the time. It was late—too late for someone to be at my door. A small shiver ran down my spine as I sat up. Peluche was still barking, his little body tense as he stood at the edge of the bed.

I sighed and swung my legs over the side, grabbing my robe and pulling it around me. My feet padded softly against the floor as I made my way downstairs. My house was dark, except for the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the windows. Flipping on the hallway light, I looked through the peephole. My eyebrows furrowed when I saw who it was. Carlos.