HELENA.
“Don't worry sweetie, we'll be back soon.” My mom said as she got into the car, smiling as beautifully as she always did. “We'll get you your favorite chocolates.” Dad added and patted me on the head. He slid into the driver's seat. “Be good to Nana okay?” In my vision, I slowly nodded.
They drove off.
But they didn't return.
Sirens and flashing lights surrounded the farmhouse that night, and I could remember a tall large man talking to Nana.
She caught me snooping. “Go to bed Lenny, mommy and daddy wouldn't want you staying up late.” I scurried to my room, but I still watched the tall large man talking to my Nana. My gut told me something wasn't right.
The cars with the lights drove off, and the night was silent once more. I was giddy with anticipation, as I watched on, wai
