There is a shadow in the hallway. I squint at it, trying to make out the image in the darkness. And then it moves. I let out a screech and nearly go toppling down the stairs. I grab onto the banister and save myself at the last second. The shadow shifts closer to me, and now I can see what it is. It’s Nina. “Nina,” I gasp. Why is she standing there in the hallway? Was she downstairs? Did she see me and Andrew kissing?
