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•••••••••••••••••••• Author’s POV •••••••••••••••••••• Jacqueline’s heart races as she listens to Milo’s frantic voice on the other end of the line, struggling to comprehend the gravity of his words. “What do you mean?” She stammers, her voice trembling in sync with his, even though she heard everything he said, her mind refusing to process the horrifying implications. Milo repeats his words, his voice shaky with fear as he explains that he and his father were supposed to spend the weekend together, but upon arrival, he found no sign of his father. Instead, the house appeared ransacked, with traces of blood staining the floors downstairs. He says his phone is also off. Jacqueline’s breath catches in her throat as she asks if he’s called the police. Milo confirms he has, his voice qu