Lila hadn't been sleeping well.Her mind was a battlefield of emotions—fears about the baby, anger toward Caleb, and the suffocating weight of uncertainty. Even after a week of rest, she still felt exhausted, her body slowly recovering but her heart in complete turmoil. She thought resuming work on Monday would help distract her, but as soon as she stepped into the office, she knew something was off.
It wasn't just her.
Everyone seemed on edge, whispering in hushed voices, their conversations dipping into something dark, something unsettling.
She caught snippets—words that sent a cold shiver down her spine.
"Another woman found dead."
"No blood at the scene…"
"Drained… like the others."
Lila froze mid-step.
She turned to where a group of colleagues stood by the break room, their faces tense.
"No struggle, no sign of trauma," Ava was saying, scrolling through her phone. "It's like they just… dropped dead."
