NATALIE'S HOME
Bethany and Fred rushed to Natalie’s house, fear gripping them—mostly Bethany.
“Natalie... I’m coming!” she yelled, breathless.
But as they reached the entrance, they saw Natalie sitting on the floor, casually smoking a cigarette.
Relief washed over Bethany, but confusion quickly followed. Wasn’t this the same Natalie who had screamed on the...