TAYLOR

The house is quiet, too quiet. I walked up to River’s room and knocked once. I pressed my ear against the door for any form of movement or noise, but nothing came. 

I knocked once more before twisting the door handle and opening it. The coldness of the room hit me first, almost as if she had not slept in it last night. If I had not seen her get in then, I might have been convinced. 

I turned on my heel and walked to the kitchenette. There is a small note on the fridge held up by a ...