KENNEDY
THE house was quiet, and I was alone with the sound of my racing thoughts. My mind couldn't stop wandering about Asmodeus and his whereabouts. The fear and worry that he might be in danger was eating me up. It was late in the evening, and he hadn't come back yet. I tried calling his number several times, but it just kept ringing, and there was no answer.
As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but think about the worst-case scenario. What if he got into an accident? Or what if something happened to him while he was out? I felt helpless and powerless, not knowing what to do or where to look for him.
The hours ticked by, and still, there was no sign of Asmodeus. I started to pace around the house, trying to shake off the feeling of dread and anxiety that was creeping up on me. I prayed f
