"Sierra I need you to sit down because what I am about to tell you might be very hard for you to hear.” With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I watched Shane's somber expression. I obediently took a seat on the worn-out couch in the room, bracing myself for the bombshell he was about to reveal.
“Last night I got a message," Shane began, his voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and disbelief. "The man who was at your house the night that you were grabbed was my uncle." My mind whirled with confusion as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of his statement.
"Your uncle?" I exclaimed, my voice laced with disbelief. "What are you talking about?" The room suddenly felt suffocating, the air heavy with tension Taking a deep breath, Shane continued, his voice heavy with the weight
