V

The apartment should have been empty. That was the plan. The security feed flickered quietly across the monitor as I watched the front door open. My heart tightened. Someone was actually there. Someone stepped inside, looking around with understandable caution. You called out softly, expecting an answer that never came. The apartment was silent except for the ticking of the clock and the distant hum of the city beyond the windows. You were not supposed to be here.