Rachel Burns, thirty-eight, walked the empty hallways of her high school with her usual early-morning rhythm. Her heels clicked across the polished floors, each step sharp in the silence. A Drama teacher with a reputation for passion and grit, she normally enjoyed the solitude before the campus came alive. But lately, those quiet mornings stirred something else—something restless beneath her skin. She told herself it was...

Monday Morning – 6:11 AM Rachel turned onto a quiet street behind an industrial park, where modest homes sat with cracked driveways and sagging mailboxes. The faint orange horizon began to stretch. The world felt paused—suburban silence before the day roared to life. She spotted the address. Damon had given clear directions: gray house with a chipped black mailbox and two folding chairs on the porch. There it was. A singl...

It was just after 1:30 p.m. on a warm spring Friday—minimum day at the high school—and Rachel pulled into Damon’s driveway for their first weekday afternoon tryst. Nearly a week had passed since their all-day hotel rendezvous, when Brad had believed she was attending a work-related professional development workshop. That memory still stirred Rachel’s pulse, but today’s meeting had a different, more immediate energy. The t...