The night had crept in quietly, unnoticed by Silver as she waited in the grand living room, curled on the plush cream couch with her phone in hand. The dim light of the lamp flickered faintly beside her, and her eyelids grew heavy with each passing minute. She didn't remember when her head dropped against the cushion or when her phone slipped from her fingers. All she remembered was drifting off in the quiet, still waiting for Noah and Abraham to come home.
The loud chime of the doorbell tore her from her sleep like a bucket of cold water. Silver jolted awake, her heart pounding in confusion. It took her a second to realize where she was. Rubbing her eyes, she stumbled off the couch and walked to the door.
She peeked through the peephole—and what she saw turned her blood cold.
