C8 8

3:30 pm.

Ceyson street,

The Andersons’ apartment.

Cynthia finally reached the doorstep and turned the knob to open the door to their home. She heaved a sigh as she stepped in.

“I’m home, people!” she announced tired but got no answer.

“Aunt, Jessie?” she called as she reclined on one of the chairs but still there was no answer. She sighed again. “Seems no one’s home,” she muttered