Chapter 62: Who owns the Silhouette?
"Stop right there!" the voice boomed, the authority in its tone brooking no argument. Aubrey's breath caught in her throat, her eyes darting from Cindy to the source of the sound, a knot of fear tightening in her stomach.
The voice continued, a steely undertone cutting through the silence like a knife. Aubrey's world stopped, her eyes widening in shock as they met Mrs. Morgan's piercing gaze. The older woman stood before them like a lioness, her expression a terrifying mix of anger and disappointment.
"What do you think you're doing?" she repeated, her voice dripping with venom. The question hung in the air, heavier than the night's oppressive darkness.
