Ryan

One hour later…

I slowly open the bedroom door, quietly slipping through, then leave it open a crack. I rub my eyes as I maneuver my way through the stacks of boxes and furniture cluttering our new living room. From here, I see the kitchen and dining room look much the same and are also void of people.

I listen from the top of the stairs, hearing nothing from the basement. I decide to look in the garage. Here they are. The five movers are sitting on the truck sides, ...