Leo paced the living room, his hands stuffed into his pockets, head down as he tried to make sense of everything. The air in the house felt heavy, weighed down by the tension that had hung over them ever since Elizabeth disappeared.
Across the room, Zack sat slouched on the edge of the couch, his eyes focused on the ground, deep in thought. He had just hung up the phone after yet another frustrating conversation with their uncle Nick. The man had been brief, his tone sharp, leaving them both with a sense of dread.
"What do we do now?" Leo finally asked, breaking the silence. His voice was low, almost resigned.
Zack didn't answer immediately. He leaned forward, rubbing his hands together as if trying to warm them from a cold that only he could feel.
"Why do I have a feeling we
