I could see my fathers packhouse coming into view. It looked different, something had happened and I felt sick.
An errie silence filled the air and I stopped a few feet from the entrance. I heard voices coming from around the corner but could not pick up any scent.
“We will find her if it’s the last thing we do.” The male voice growled with a hint of determination. The female nodded as they got into a waiting car before being sped off.
I had a bad feeling that they were looking for me.
My heart was racing like crazy as I scurried to the main door. Pushing it open I gasped at the sight before me. Chairs and tables overturned, claw marks in the walls, windows had been smashed and I carefully tiptoed around the jagged glass that was spread all over the usually clean carpets.
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