***You Are My Property***

Daniel's car pulled into the driveway. Late. Too late. The house dark except for upstairs.

He got out. Walked to the door. Opened it.

Silence. Heavy. Oppressive. Wrong.

No dinner smells. No TV sounds. No voices. Nothing.

Daniel moved through the house. Living room empty. Kitchen empty. Dining room empty.

Upstairs. That's where they were. Upstairs.

He climbed the stairs. Slow. Tired. Angry.

At the top. Outside his and ...