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Meghan's POV.

Weeks had slipped by, each day dragging along like an eternity. The presence of Donna in our lives was starting to wear on my patience, like an itch I couldn't scratch. She hadn't caused any trouble, hadn't done anything that would warrant suspicion, and yet her mere presence unsettled me.

It was as if her very existence was casting a shadow over our lives, a dark omen that I couldn't shake off.

Every time I crossed paths with her, a wave of irritation washed over me. I tried to brush it off, to convince myself that I was being irrational, but the unease persisted. It wasn't logical, and I knew that, but logic seemed to hold little sway over the uneasiness that gnawed at me.

One particular evening, the evening sun cast a warm, golden glow across the landscape, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as it dipped below the horizon. It was a peaceful scene, a moment of tranquility that belied the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

As I stepped onto the porch, the s