Chapter 8 Control Your Curiosity

• The morning heat floods the kitchen through the windows, bringing with it a sense of normalcy that seems so distant in this peculiar house. Although I don't feel completely like the lady of the house, I take the liberty to start searching for the ingredients for my morning coffee.
• As I slice the bread to prepare a bruschetta, curiosity screams in my thoughts, echoing Martina's words. Could "he" be the same man who haunts my nightly nightmares? The one who now reveals himself as an indecipherable enigma, leaving me on the brink of sanity?
• "But why would he be here? " I murmur, at the exact moment Martina appears like a ghost behind me.