C77 The Turning Point at Midnight

I froze for a second, my hand nonetheless at the doorknob. I didn’t want to show around to know who it turned into; however, the anxiety in the air showed it before he even spoke.

“Helen,” Ethan’s voice called out, low and probing. “Where are you coming from right now of the night?”

I slowly turned to stand him, the calm from earlier evaporating because the reality of my situation returned