~YULIA

I could feel how loud my heart was hammering against my chest as I stepped into Lana's house.

I did not rush in but walked cautiously and as quietly as I could. I hoped that Lana was alright and she had not been hurt too much.

The living room was empty as I passed through it. "I am here, alone like I promised," I called out.

I heard a faint whimper. Lana's whimper of pain. It came from the open kitchen that also housed the dining.

My heart skipped a beat and I raced toward the ...