Chapter 80 The Atorm

• The sound of shattering glass was sharp and jarring, pulling Amanda into a moment of visceral panic. Her heart thundered in her chest as the masked figure moved toward her with swift, menacing intent. The room, dimly lit by a single bedside lamp, cast the intruder’s shadow against the walls, making them seem larger, more threatening.
• She stumbled back, her hand reaching out to steady herself on the edge of the bed. The coolness of the sheets against her fingertips contrasted starkly with the burning adrenaline coursing through her veins. The intruder’s presence was suffocating, every step closer making the air feel thicker, heavier.
• “Stay away,” she said, her voice trembling but loud enough to echo in the room.