The clock struck midnight, its chimes ringing the hour through the still night air and with a soft creak, the front door opened delicately before Coco tiptoed inside, her form barely visible in the shadows.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she glanced around the room, taking in the emptiness and silence.
The house was steeped in an eerie calmness, the only sound breaking the silence was the occasional creak of the floorboards as Coco shifted carefully.
Coco gently closed the door behind her, her hand turning the lock with a soft click.
The sound seemed unnaturally loud in the stillness of the night and she winced slightly as the noise broke the silent atmosphere.
With the door firmly shut and locked, she paused for a moment, her hand still resting on the handle.
Coco took a deep breath, steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation that was sure to come when she faced her husbands, but that would have to wait for later.
