Rain poured hard that night. The sky was pitch-black, broken only by flashes of lightning that illuminated the city skyline for a brief second before the darkness swallowed it again. Each rumble of thunder made the windows of Rosemary’s apartment tremble.

She stood by the glass, watching the raindrops race down the pane. There was something in the air—an unease she couldn’t explain.

Adrian still hadn’t come home.

She tried to calm herself with a cup of tea, but her hand trembled as she lifted it. The last message she received from him replayed endlessly on her phone screen:

> “I’m with Damien. Don’t leave the house. I’ll explain later.”...