VICTORIA ~

By the time I got to Brandon's house, it was exactly twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

At first, the security guards didn't believe my story. They thought I had stolen Brandon's spare key during my brief stay here yesterday, only to return today and rob him.

It was only after I called Brandon and handed the phone to one of them that they finally allowed me in.

However, the moment I stepped into the house, something felt terribly off.

The phone I had come to retrieve was sitting visibly on the arm of the couch, facing directly toward the entrance.

This wasn't where I had left it. I...