Mag-log inMannie’s POV
The moment I entered the neighborhood, I noticed the unfamiliar car parked there, and my brows immediately furrowed.
<Mannie’s POVThe moment I entered the neighborhood, I noticed the unfamiliar car parked there, and my brows immediately furrowed.My steps slowed without me realizing it.The grocery bag in my hand shifted slightly as I tightened my
Chapter 1113rd POVMannie walked out of the hotel in quick strides, fearful that she might see David's face and feel pity for him.Her heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she moved, each step faster than the last. Her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling as if she had
Mannie’s POVMy hand typed away on the computer, words filling the screen as I wrote down a brief on the wolf artifact I had restored.The soft clicking of the keyboard echoed in the quiet office. Each tap felt steady, but my fingers were slightly stiff, like they were holding back something else.
rd PovMannie looked at the TV, a sigh escaping her lips. For the past 3 days, she had always been watching the news, waiting for when the police would announce that they had gotten hold of the killer. But, for the past 3 days, nothing.
MANNIE’S POVThat strange prickling at the back of my neck. The quiet sense that someone’s eyes were fixed on me.The office building doors slid shut behind me with a soft hiss. Evening air brushed my face, cool and slightly damp. The parking lot lights flickered on one by one as the sun sank behind the buildings.
MANNIE’S POVThe office door shook as it slammed open.Shane.His face was red, eyes wide with fury. His tie was loose, shirt sleeves rolled up. He looked like a storm that had come alive.“You!” he yelled, pointing
MANNIE'S POVThe moment I stepped into the company building, something felt wrong.Like a stone dropped into still water.Ripples spread.Eyes turned.Then quickly turned away.My heels tapped softly against the marble floor as I walked toward the elevator.Tap.Tap.Tap.The receptionist looked up
3rd POVThe air inside the grand living room felt heavy.Even the servants standing near the walls barely dared to breathe.In the Dinning room……The large chandelier above the room cast soft golden light over the marble floor. Expensive paintings hung on the walls. A long table filled the center o
MANNIE’S POVThe balcony was quiet.The night air drifted slowly through the thin curtains behind me. Cool. Damp. Carrying the faint smell of rain and street dust.I sat on the old wooden chair near the railing.My elbows rested on my knees. My hands hung loosely between them.I closed my eyes.And
3rd POVInside the dining room, the smell of rice and fried eggs still hung in the air.Zane sat in his chair.His spoon rested beside his empty bowl.But he wasn’t doing his homework. His pencil lay untouched with his eyes were fixed on the door.The door his aunt had just walked through.Trisha.







