Caleb paced the living room floor, or at least, he would have paced if he could contact the floor, rather than float above it.
“Something is wrong. She left hours ago and should have been back hours ago. She never walks for this long.” He told the House. His voice was filled with worry.
He stopped floating as he heard the garden gate opening with a creak, alerting him to someone coming. He had always hated the squeaky groan of the rusted metal but at that moment, he was thankful for it.
As he turned, he saw Harlow walk towards the front door, her hand on the left side of her head. Caleb was at the front door faster than he had ever moved before and as Harlow entered the house, he froze in shock. Harlow's hand and left side of her face were covered in blood and as she moved her hand,
