My internal fears had manifested into reality. Evil had struck again. It constantly sought opportunities to hurt us, and I presented one to it on a silver platter. It was a bad idea to leave them alone, knowing that Desmond could follow me. With us not there, they were practically unguarded.
“Oh, no. Did it hurt you? Where is Mom?” The overwhelming fear of the worst made my chest ache.
“We’re fine physically. I just can’t handle the noises anymore…,” Mia’s voice quavered as she sobbed.
“Mia, please tell me how it happened and what it is doing now!” My hand gripping the phone was trembling. It was difficult to make sense of the situation with unfinished sentences that provided little information.
Mia’s silence was killing me. She was in a lot of distress and probably bawling her eyes
