Chapter 24 The Red Door

• The east wing was cloaked in silence, the kind that pressed on her ears like cotton. Kelly’s bare feet padded softly against the polished floors, her heart thumping like a ticking bomb in her chest.
• The red door stood at the far end of the corridor. Crimson, like blood and a warning.
• She reached into her hoodie pocket and clutched the small key she’d stolen from Rowel’s drawer days ago—without even knowing what it was for. Maybe some part of her had already guessed. Funny