The building was quiet. Eerily quiet. Which was something that I considered to be quite odd, since almost every single light was on. Except for upstairs. Up here is where everything was off and it was almost like the building was abandoned. It took me a moment to remember that Dilara had mentioned to me that she often had late nights where she was busy preparing stuff for the cafe.
Maybe that was what was happening in this instance.
There was a part of me that wanted to skip the entire process of going down the stairs, but I knew that the risk of someone seeing me Do so was just too great. I didn’t want to put Dilara in a compromising position where she had no choice but to deal with questions from her neighbour.
There was something about that woman that was off. I had only ever met
