Chapter 132 What sins had I committed?

The door creaked open, and my heart was pounding in my chest.

As the familiar scent hit me, the once comforting smell of home now felt alien and terrifying.

I didn't step inside immediately; instead, I peered into the pitch-black living room.

The house was devoid of any light, and contrary to my fears, there were no sounds of lovemaking or moans.

The silence in the room was eerily oppressive.

I tiptoed in, my footsteps barely audible.

I realized then that my legs had gone numb, not knowing how long I had been frozen at the doorway.

Once inside, I quickly shut the door behind me, cutting off the sliver of light from the hallway.

The house felt abandoned.

Both Betty and Michael's bedroom doors were open, and though I couldn't see clearly, the beds were neatly made, with no sign of anyone.

I breathed a sigh of relief, finally allowing myself to breathe loudly as I closed the door again.

As I was about to change my shoes out of habit, I paused.