'What to do? What to do?'
Sentencia contemplated deeply. Her laptop, phone, any means she could have used to contact someone, were all at the sitting room.
But again, what if it's just the raccoons that got in again or maybe it's just the breeze or her imagination because everything has been dead silent since, after the smash.
But it wouldn't hurt to check, she will go straight to her phone just in case. She simply can't just ignore it, she will not be able to get any sleep till morning.
Quietly, she opened the door to her room and walked out slowly and quietly too. She didn't turn on the lights not to alert the burglar(s) if it was truly a burglar or were truly burglars.
She walked down the stairs and straight for her sitting room. Nothing seems off or was it because it was dark. She collected her phone, she mistakenly turned on the torchlight, the smashed vase she saw held her back from turning it off.
