Selene Hargrave

The night was calm outside, the kind of suburban evening where everything was still, with only the faint hum of distant traffic. Inside the Hargrave household, Selene and Mitch were winding down in the living room. Mitch sat on the couch with a tablet on his lap, aimlessly scrolling through news articles, while Selene folded laundry, occasionally glancing at the television, which murmured a game show neither of them were paying much attention to. It was an ordinary evening quiet and predictable, like every other night in their household. Until it wasn't. A faint metallic clink came from the kitchen, barely loud enough to register. Selene paused, her hands lingering over a pair of socks she was folding. "Did you hear that?" she asked in a whisper, her red-wine eyes flicking toward Mitch.