By the time Arlo and I reached the main part of the house, neither of us had said a word, I could still feel the weight of everything we'd found in that room.
Danielle's stuffs and those few words she'd left behind. I shouldn't have trusted them.
I couldn't stop wondering who she'd been talking about, deep down I knew it was the Alfies, I followed Arlo through the hallway, my steps slower than his. He seemed lost in his thoughts, his jaw tight and his hands tucked into his pockets. “Arlo,” I called softly. He stopped and turned. “What?”
“Do you think your grandfather knows where Danielle is?” I asked.
His eyes stayed on mine for a moment.
“I don't know.” he replied. “You don't believe that.” He looked away.
“I believe my grandfather has done a lot of bad things, more than you could e
