“MYLA!” Jared’s voice roared through the house, rough with fear.

He barreled into the kitchen, gun raised. His eyes spotted the splintered pantry door hanging off one hinge and his fear doubled.

“Myla?” He called out again, heart pounding but no one answered. The kitchen was empty.

He saw something gleaming in the pantry floor. He went to check it and saw it was her phone

His heart slammed harder. He rushed out of the kitchen, and down the hall.

As he he got to the mid point of the ...