I stand outside Lisa's apartment, my heart pounding against my ribcage as Lydia's car disappears down the street. The building is older, its brick walls weathered, and the dim light flickering above the doorway does nothing to settle the storm brewing inside me.
I don't know what to expect, but I know I need answers. Though, Lydia's advised that this is not the time confront her. But I need to satisfy my curiosity.
Lisa has been my confidant, my sister in everything but blood. The thought that she could be tied to the nightmare I've been living feels like a betrayal I can't even begin to process.
The door creaks open as I knock. Lisa's standing there, her face pale, her eyes darting nervously down the hallway. "Emma," she says, her voice shaky. "You came."
"Why wouldn't I?" I snap, my anger barely contained. "You said we needed to talk. So talk, Lisa. Tell me why my life is falling apart, and your name keeps coming up in the middle of it."