There was no one there.
The bed was all made up just like what she had left it this morning and everything looked the same—her chairs that are not placed on their designated spot, her clothes that she washed a few days ago that was still unfolded, and the curtains she has parted a while ago. She tried to clean the mess she could reach while the other two looked around the room. Her eyes went to the kitchen and saw the paper bags on the table. Brenda was already there, peeking inside.
"You have forgotten to take them out," the woman commented.
"Ah yes," she said, walking towards her.
Brenda turned to look at the stove and opened one of the lids of the pots. "It's still hot."
Her throat turned dry from anxiousness. Stanley had been here. He bought supplies for her and cooked as well. I
