The gravel went flying out from under my beneath my tires as I pulled up to the cabin, my heart hammering in my chest. The air felt heavy, thick with the weight of what I might find—or worse, what I might not.
Jumping out of the truck, I didn’t bother to shut the door behind me. I sprinted up the porch steps, the wood creaking beneath my boots, and pushed the door open.
“Adrianna?” I called, my voice echoing through the empty space.
The silence hit me like a punch to the gut. My eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of her, but everything was too still. Too quiet.
I tore through the cabin, checking every room. The kitchen, the living room, the bedroom—empty. The closet was bare, her clothes gone. The small, cozy space that had once felt full of life now felt hollo
