–Alyssa–
I went back to my apartment to gather my materials before heading to school.
My driver was already waiting outside.
Of course he was.
Mom made sure I was protected.
The only maid inside was Ms. Christina.
"Hello, Aly," she called from the staircase, casually wiping the railings like it was any other day.
"Hey, Miss Tina. I'm in a hurry," I said as I rushed past her, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floors.
I headed straight to my bedroom, grabbing my books, documents, and everything I needed. I shoved them into my luggage without my usual neatness.
Something felt… off.
Ms. Christina followed me inside.
"Do you need help?" she asked.
I paused.
My gaze flickered to the canvas leaning near the wall.
"Yes, please," I said, pointing at it.
She walked toward it, calm. Too calm.
As she bent slightly—
There it was.
A glint.
A knife strapped securely along her thigh, hidden beneath the fabric.
I didn't react.
Didn't blink.
