Chapter 8 – Sharon POV Part 1 :
I was in my room, lying on the bed with Liam, a book in my hands—'100 Ideas to Investigate a Disappearance.'
Yeah, I knew Liam told me to stop but i couldn't . And yeah, nothing proved that Madeleine was kidnapped or worse than this . She was a grown woman. She could have left on her own.
But something inside me wasn't convinced. something inside of tell me to investigate .
Liam was already fully asleep beside me while I kept reading. Everything was quiet. Normal.
Until I heard footsteps.
At first, I thought it was my imagination. cause this days i was too tire so maybe its me ?
Then, they came closer.
And closer.
My heart pounded. No. This wasn't in my head.
Its real someone is in the house ...
I shook Liam awake. "Babe, wake up! There's someone in the house."
Liam groaned, half-asleep. "Yeah, yeah, someone's here. That's cool."
I pushed him harder. "I'm not joking, Liam. I heard something."
He sighed, rubbing his face. "Sharon, stop hallucinating. We have a high-security alarm system. No one can enter without the code."
Then, the footsteps started again.
This time, Liam heard them too.
He shot up instantly, fully awake.
"My gun, Sharon." His voice was sharp, alert.
I got up, shaking, and reached under the bed where we kept it. "Yeah, wait—here."
Liam grabbed it, holding it steady as we moved downstairs together, step by step.
The house was silent. Too silent.
Liam flipped on the light. Nothing.
Not a broken window.
Not a single thing out of place.
Then, we turned our heads to the other side of the room—
And there it was.
Written in bold, Pink letters on the wall:
TICK TOCK Watch The CLock ...
REVENGE TIME IS COMING.
WHO WILL BE THE FIRST TO FALL?
GUESS?
Signed SP and a heart next to it .
Part 2 : The Reunion
Sharon's POV
I was trembling. My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I grabbed my phone and dialed Lana. It was 2 a.m., but still she picked up on the third ring she always sleep late , voice groggy.
"Lana," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. "I think someone was—or still is—in my house."
Liam was behind me, already pulling out his phone. "I'm calling the police," he said.
"No, babe—are you crazy, seriously ?" I stopped him, panic rising.
He stared at me, confused. "Why not?"
Lana's voice crackled through the speaker. "What's going on? , are you guys okay ? "
I looked between them, my breath shallow. "You don't understand. The handwriting... the words written the feeling ... it's her , its must be her ."
"Her?" Liam asked. "Who?"
I felt the scream build in my throat. "It's Scarlett."
The silence was immediate. Lana didn't respond. Liam just stared.
Then Lana scoffed. "Seriously? The fatty Scarlett? my favorite pet ? No way. She's probably hiding in some bunker right now from her own ugliness." She laughed.
Liam gave a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, maybe it's just some rival from our company or a kid playing a stupid prank."
But I couldn't ignore it. I felt it in my bones. "No. I can feel her, guys. It's Scarlett. Believe me you both need to believe me we need to find her ."
The tears came fast. I wiped my face, but they kept falling. and As I broke down, Liam wrapped his arms around me without saying a word then i said to them "Let's meet tomorrow. All of us. At the old place. Bring Jason too. Okay, Lana?"
Lana hesitated, then sighed. "That's crazy, girl. But fine. I'll call him. You're really not calling the cops about this?"
"Of course not," I snapped. "If it's Scarlett... we handle her ourselves she is our problem actually ."
I stared at the dark hallway beyond the phone light, voice low and shaking with rage. "She'll regret ever coming back."