It works as expected

Bridget’s pov

"Who's at the door?" Taylor asked, and I could hear approaching footsteps.

"It's Brigdet," I responded, hesitating briefly as the door swung open. Hearing his voice brought immense relief, dispelling the worries that had occupied my mind on the way to the front door. I took a deep breath.

"What?" I exclaimed, pointing to her bandaged leg. "What happened to you?" I crouched down and gently touched her injured leg. We remained at the doorway as I asked again.

"What happened to you?"

"Didn't your friend inform you?" he queried, clutching his crutches.

"She did, but I thought it was a minor injury. I didn't expect it to require crutches," I replied, lifting my gaze and contemplating entering the living room.

"Where is Larisa?" I lowered my voice. Taylor stepped aside, granting me access into the house. It felt like a small victory.

"Larisa?" I called out once more, hoping for a response that I knew wouldn't come, yet simultaneously praying it wouldn't be true.