There was a strong wind that morning. Jeriko looked out past the tree at the house in the distance. He felt…off about the house-like there was something amiss, but there was so much on his plate right now that he knew deep down that if he checked it out, everything would be pushed to the backburner. Still, his urge and concern to make sure that little boy and his sister were alright were weighing down on him.
“Maybe, it is just paranoia,” His beastly counterpart communicated to him.
“I hope so, Polo,” He muttered. Then suddenly his cell phone rang. Absentmindedly, Jeriko pulled it out of his pocket and answered it. “Everything alright?” He replied, knowing that it was Marlo.
“Rik! Rik! Where are you?”
Jeriko shook away his thoughts of concern, temporarily pushing
