You hastened toward the front door, flinging it with your key with a sigh of relief to find all the lights extinguished, indicating slumber within. Weariness weighed on you, a consequence of partying earlier. Glancing at the wall clock, dread gripped you as its hands proclaimed the hour: 2 AM.

Shit, I'm tired.

"Where have you been, Mrs. Lee? " His voice sliced through the silence, freezing you in place, a shiver tracing your spine.

You stood in silence, grappling with a response.