The weight of the previous night's events still pressed heavily on Lyse. The terrifying encounter in the alleyway, the confusing emotions stirred by Brandon's presence early in the morning, and the fragmented memories that continued to plague her – it was all too much.
She stayed hidden in her apartment, in the hopes that she would have some peace. But peace was not to be found. A sharp knock echoed through the apartment, shattering the fragile quiet. Lyse hesitated, a sense of foreboding settling in her stomach but after more insistent knocks, she cautiously approached the door and opened it to find Brooke standing there, her expression a mixture of anger and a strange, almost manic energy.
"Brooke?" Lyse asked, her voice laced with anger as she remembered what she had seen at the party.
Brooke pushed past her, entering the apartment without invitation. "We need to talk," she said, her voice sharp, her eyes fixed on Lyse.
