Jake’s bike screeched to a halt in front of the mansion.
He barely took the time to cut the engine before leaping out, his boots pounding against the pavement as he sprinted to the front door. The sight that met him made his stomach drop.
The door had been busted open. The wood splintered. Glass from the shattered window littered the front step.
“No,” Jake whispered, voice hoarse as panic gripped his chest.
“KATHERINE!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the empty house as he stormed inside. “KATHERINE!”
Nothing.
Only silence.
He ran through the living room. The kitchen. The hallway. His eyes scanned for any movement, any sign of life—but the place felt… abandoned. Cold.
His chest heaved as he stormed upstairs, ripping open doors one by one.
Empty.
He reached their bedroom last
