At first Isabel thought she was caught up in some kind of horrific nightmare as Ray slowly wheeled her closer to the table that she sat at every day. Malcolm was sitting slumped over in one of the chairs and the front of his shirt and pants where covered with blood.
“Malcolm?” her voice was but a frightened whisper.
Her gaze moved to the next chair seeing the charred remains of a woman, arranged artfully with her hand wrapped around a bottle of Crown Royal. “Oh my God… Carley.” Isabel felt her heart kick in her chest then start to speed up as the last bit of sleep drained from her.
Robert sat with his laptop open and on… the blue of the screen reflecting off the odd tinge of his skin. She opened her mouth to scream but a piece of cloth was roughly shoved in to cut off the sound.
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