Tor POV
Kyra ~ age thirteen
Toren ~ age twenty-eight
It’s a beautiful, warm spring day as I ride my bicycle to his house. My basket is filled with milk, bread, some cans of soup, orange juice, and chocolate chip cookies because they’re his favorite.
I frown with worry when I see his truck in the driveway because it’s Wednesday afternoon and he should be at the shop working.
Letting myself into his house with my key, I empty the shopping bag onto the counter and throw out the old food in his fridge before I put the new groceries in that I picked up for him.
“Uncle Tor?” I call down the hall. “I’m here. It’s my cleaning day.”
He doesn’t answer, and a quick check out the back door and his bedroom turns up empty, but his bathroom door is partly closed.
“Tor?” I hesitate before I push
