The dance studio's grand opening event lasted for three days.
Isla Prescott had been spinning like a top for three days straight. Just when she thought she could finally catch her breath after the event concluded, she received a phone call that very evening from her younger sister, Sienna Prescott.
Sienna Prescott told her on the phone to come home.
"Is something wrong?" Isla Prescott asked.
She had just been home a few days ago. If nothing was wrong, her sister wouldn't have called so soon to rush her back.
"I can't explain over the phone," Sienna Prescott said. "We can talk when you get here."
Isla Prescott could tell her sister was trying to keep her emotions in check. She quickly said goodbye to Annabelle Leighton, grabbed her bag, and headed home.
The moment she stepped into their landlord's courtyard, she saw her sister, Sienna Prescott, sitting on the steps, waiting for her.
"Sis."
"What happened?"
