Cassy wasn't at breakfast and she wasn't answering my texts or calls so I went over to her house to make sure she was fine. I drove up to her house and parked the car. I hadn't seen it before but it was darling and much bigger than I had expected. It was a quaint two-story house with a front side porch and a back yard that was fenced in. I knocked on the door and her father, I assumed, opened up.

”Hi there, how can I help you?” He asked with a bright smile.

”Hi, sir, I'm ...