Chapter 17 What the f... is going on here

Cleo's pov

My uber pulled up outside Ben and Marissa modest house and I jumped, almost fell, out of the car in haste. I opened the small metal gate and marched up the garden path to the front door, my feet scraping against the gravel with every step. I rung the bell and tapped my foot anxiously on the step as I waited. The door opened, and there