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out from her path and walked toward the door. He suddenly turned back and yelled, “I will not give up so easily, not this time and not ever!” He left her with those words to reflect on.
     
    Kim was still hammering away in the kitchen in search of new ideas. Business was slow since the murder, and all her old contacts had dried up. She baked some delicious cupcakes and decided to donate them to the Huntington Baptist Church, since she couldn’t sell them.
     
    In the middle of one of her failed batches, she sighed with great disappointment.
    No worries; I will try again! Kim thought.
     
    By late afternoon, Kim had spent the entire day alone at the Johnson Resort.
    Bursting through the kitchen door, a haunted Stacy broke the silence, scared to death with guilt.
    “Kimmy, help me, I don’t know what to do!” Stacy cried in pain. “I am so ashamed of the way I treated Jasmine. Now she is gone, and I cannot make it right,” Stacy explained, searching for Kim’s warm friendly support.
    Stacy also knew that she hadn’t been there for Kim, but she gave an alibi just to make sure the friendship was preserved.
    “That’s the really reason I haven’t been here with you girls. I am so ashamed.” She paused, seeming to realize something. “Where is Sharon?”
    “I haven’t seen anyone since the ball,” Kim strongly emphasized. “I have no idea.”
    “That’s strange—something is wrong,” Stacy said. “Sharon told me she was heading over here a week ago, and then she just stopped texting,” Stacy insisted.
     
    “Calm down! Sharon just needed a break from all the drama. I’m sure she is fine,” Kim said reassuringly. Stacy sighed in disbelief. She frantically called Sharon’s phone.
    “It’s going straight to voicemail; something is wrong! I can feel it.” Stacy‘s bones rattled with unease.
    “Okay, I think I deserve a break, and I do miss us girls. Let’s pay her a visit for old time’s sake,” Kim replied.

Chapter 7
     
    By ten minutes past 9 pm, the moon had climbed into the sky, shining its light on the girls. Kim and Stacy had just arrived at Sharon’s house. Stacy was tempted to sneak in through the back, but Kim protested. As they walked toward the front door, Kim had second thoughts about visiting Sharon that night.
    Kim turned to Stacy. “Maybe we should go home.”
                  “I won’t leave until I speak to Sharon,” Stacy replied firmly.
    Once they were at the front door, they could hear the TV running in the living room.
    “I wonder what she’s watching,” Kim said jokingly. “Probably housewife shows.”
                  “Hey, anybody home?” Stacy said as she pounded her hand on the door. Kim quickly got annoyed that Sharon wasn’t responding.
    “Wha—tever, I am going home,” Kim frowned, sighing in displeasure.
    “Wait! I know where Sharon keeps a spare key.” Stacy pushed away the black and white welcome mat and extracted a small key.
    “Okay, let’s check on her before we go.” Kim said with a poker-face.
     
    The television was deafeningly loud, and the lights were burning hot in the living room, as if they hadn’t been turned off in days. Kim started to feel uneasy about the condition of the house.
    “I’ve looked everywhere! Where is she?”
    “Maybe she went somewhere and just forgot to turn things off!” Kim reassured Stacy.
    “No, her car’s in the driveway,” Stacy said with heavy breaths.
    Concern flared inside Kim. “Well, let’s just hang around until she returns.” Ten minutes flew by, and Kim decided she was already bored. “I remember I leant Sharon some cookie cutters. They weren’t in the kitchen, so I’m going to check the basement.”
     
    The wooden steps were loud and squeaky, making every step feel like you were going to fall through. After taking a billion steps, Kim finally made it to the foot of the basement.
     
    “Why is it so dark here?” Kim asked aloud as she fought off the spider webs.