Bella had just stepped out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to her skin as water droplets slid down her shoulders.
She tugged her towel tighter around herself, the soft fabric barely covering her curves. Her hair was damp, sticking to her neck, but she didn't mind. For once, she thought she could take a breath. The house was unusually quiet.
Rachel was in the helping Timothy get dressed, getting him ready so she could take him along when she went to Mr. Camden's place. Chloe had left earlier for groceries, her car keys jingling as she waved goodbye.
Then the doorbell rang and Bella froze, who might be knocking.
Her first thought was that Chloe had returned. But no—that didn't make sense.
Chloe always used her spare key whenever she forgot something or came back early. And Rachel wouldn't ring the bell; she was inside with Timothy.
Who could that be? Was the visitor hers or Chloe's or Rachel?
Her pulse picked up. Who could it be? She asked herself again.
