MRS. Grimes emerged from the dimly lit room, her fingers clutching her phone as a mixture of worry and frustration clouded her face. Her brow furrowed deeply, and with every tap on her screen, her anxiety seemed to grow. The call hadn't gone through, not for the past few hours. She had been trying to reach Orlanda.

As she made her way into the living room, her husband, Mr. Grimes, sat on the couch, flipping through a newspaper. He looked up at her, his curiosity piqued by her restless demeanor.

"Is everything alright?" Mr. Grimes asked, lowering the newspaper.

"I have been trying to reach Orlanda all afternoon, but her...