Under Her Roof: 4. The Reckoning

The rain did not stop for days.

It came in thin, relentless veils that blurred the edges of the world, as though the sky itself wanted to erase what had happened beneath it.

Marissa didn’t come home that night. Ethan didn’t sleep. Clara stayed locked in her room, the sound of her sobs a steady ache behind the walls. The house — once full of warmth, laughter, and shared mornings — now felt hollow, stripped bare by what they’d done. 

They were finally alone and could have continued what they had started right under Marissa's nose but neither of them was willing nor moved to. They were both too filled with guilt and regret, wondering what had taken over their minds and bodies. Could it be the devil? No. Even the devil would need their permission to act. They had willingly fallen into this mess themselves, the mess they had made, the trap they had set for themselves, and if the trap had been set by the devil, then they had willingly fallen into it themselves.