Betrayal at its finest

POV

Ghost

I close the oversized entryway door behind me with two bags of essentials in hand. I’ve successfully left the inside of the house without getting noticed.

Something captures my eyes at the bottom of the staircase. I slowly take step after step before it comes into view.

Blood, blood catches my eye first.

I’m puzzled, there’s blood, broken glass, and a black gun with its magazine off to the side.

Who shot who?

My mind is at a loss of what had happened out here, who would shoot someone right outside of the house? We have special places for that sort of thing.

Forget that, I need to get out of here, I need to get to Arizona.

I briskly walk the rest of the way down the stairs replaying what happened only an hour or so ago.

I hated Millie, she made me look stupid in front of X. For the longest time I thought she worked here.

Adria hated her just as much as I did, she stole the man she most likely loved from under her.

We knew Hugo was coming here so we set up a plan to