“Follow me,” he said, climbing the stairs with ease. “By the way, I’m Ethan.”He was already on the last step when he turned, catching Kayla and me still frozen in place, watching him.“Don’t just stand there!” His voice jerked us into motion, and we hurried to catch up.At the top, he paused, waiting for us, then pushed open a door. The inside was a mix of old furniture and scattered clutter. Paintings leaned against the walls, and dust motes floated in the sunlight streaming through the large windows.“Wait here,” Ethan said, disappearing down a hallway.A few minutes later, a woman appeared, Ethan trailing behind her. She was in her late forties, her hair streaked with grey yet carefully styled, wearing a floral dress that matched her poised and sharp presence.“Come in, come in,” she said, beckoning us into the living room where we had been left waiting.“You’re late, Kayla,” she said, sitting down and then pointing at the couch. “Sit, please.”We eased ourselves onto the couch. H
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