Elara's POV
For a long moment, everything stood still in utter and absolute silence.
My feet remained rooted to the same spot, right in front of the ruined doorframe. Not to mention, the house smelled of old paper with a hint of something butter.
The air felt tense, thick, like it remembered my dream before I did.
Even with the dream as a warning, nothing could have prepared me for this moment.
Grandpa’s dog lay on the old wool carpet, stiff and painfully still.
My hands trembled as I reached for my phone. I should have dialed 911- that was the reasonable thing to do but I didnt. Instead my thumb scrolled to Maya's contact and I hit the call button.
"Hey Elara, what's up?" Her cheerful voice echoed through my phone speakers.
I gulped a lump down my throat, swallowing words be
