HAYLEY
“Jesus Christ,” Corey whispers, staring at the torn garage door. The words tremble on her lips, and behind her glasses, there's fear in her eyes.
I force down the bile of panic clawing at my throat and take cautious steps to the splintered door. The wood is thick, two inches at least, and for all its destruction, its hinges are still in place.
Whoever—whatever broke into the garage must have hacked at it for a long time before tearing through. I turn around to face Lucas. “How’d this happen?”
He licks his lips, like he's forgotten how to talk. “I don't… know.” He grips the torch in his hand firmly. “When we spoke on the phone, I thought Ax was sleeping in his room. I went upstairs to tease him, but he wasn't there.”
His eyes shift from me to Corey, and back. “Guys, there wa
