I watched from my wheelchair as he made his way to the third floor effortlessly.
The employees had already gone home for the night, but the lights were still on. As Wyatt went inside, I saw two shadows moving through the window.
The studio had no elevator, so I couldn't go up. I just sat there, knowing they would hear me if I called out even slightly.
But I didn't. Instead, I called the police and reported illegal activity at the address.
The police arrived quickly. From my hiding spot, I watched as they broke down the door and led away Fiona and Wyatt, who were only wrapped in a bath towel.
Not long after, my phone rang.
The police were using Wyatt's phone. They briefly explained what had happened and asked me to come to the station to bail him out.
When I got there, I only saw Wyatt.
I slapped him hard across the face. "Weren't you supposed to be working late? Why did you do this? And who is that woman?"
Just then, Fiona was brought out by the police. "Chloe, we've been framed. I was just practicing my dance, and after getting tired, I went to shower. The moment I stepped out, the police barged in. We weren't doing anything, I swear."