Daniel's car pulled into the driveway. Late afternoon sun. Long shadows. Quiet.

Too quiet.

He got out. Looked at the house. Something felt wrong. Off.

The front door. Slightly open. Not closed properly. Not locked.

Daniel's stomach twisted. He walked faster. Pushed the door wide.

"Emma?"

Silence answered. Heavy. Thick. Wrong.

"Liam? Sophia? Yara?"

Nothing. No footsteps. No ...