Frantic footsteps reverberated behind Becky, quickening the pace of her already racing heart. “Oh, this can’t be good,” Sonia muttered with concern as she came to a stop next to Becky.
Within moments, another set of hurried footsteps approached, and Becky turned her head, her eyes struggling to focus through her building anxiety. It was Lucy. The older woman looked as anxious as Becky felt, evidently seen by the frown between her brows and her tense demeanor.
“I think Roman has left with his old baseball bat,” Lucy revealed, her voice trembling at the end.
“That’s definitely not good!” Sonia’s exclamation echoed the mounting tension in the air. She swiftly retreated back toward the study, Lucy following closely behind. “We need to call Sean,” Sonia’s voice called out urgently.
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