Chapter26
Third person pov: Logan walked into the house with a small bag in his hands, instantly stopping when he realized how dark it was. The lights were all off. Frowning, he reached out and flicked the switch on the wall. The sudden light revealed total chaos. The center glass coffee table lay shattered across the rug. The dining chairs were tossed around in different directions, some flipped completely over. A sharp wave of panic hit his chest, making it hard to breathe. His mind immediately went to the worst possibility. Did Allison's uncle do this? "Allison," he called out, his voice shaking. He dropped the small bag onto the couch, barely noticing them slide off. "Baby, where are you?" The heavy silence of the house made his stomach twist. Then, his eyes caught a dark trail on the floor
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