Sienna
The moment I woke up the next morning, I reached for my phone and tried to call my mother but I was met with the same voice mail as hours ago. I took the photograph from the drawer and looked at it, trying to find a clue. Was she hurt? Did they do something to her? She looked fine in the picture, maybe he's just trying to scare me.
I'd been staring at the photograph for quite some time when the knock came causing me to jerk back a little.
"Who is it?" I called out but got no response. Placing the photograph face down on the kitchen counter, I went to the door.
Dominic was standing in my hallway in a grey henley and dark jeans, no jacket, even though the weather was a bit chilly.
"How did you get in the building?"
"The woman on the second floor was leaving with a stroller. She
