The Perfect Alibi

At the homestay, Tessa sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the clock on the wall. It had been over two hours since Leona had left. And yet, Leona had said she wouldn’t be long. The air in the room was starting to feel cold, but Tessa didn’t think to cover herself. Her attention was fully fixed on the passing time and the unrelenting tension in her chest.

She paced briefly, then checked the wind