19
ERIC
The door to Ariella’s cottage swung open into a darkened room. I walked in and felt the unexpected crush of glass underfoot, which cracked and creaked with my every step. I snapped the light on to reveal a wreckage of splintered and broken glass strewn across the floor. It felt like there were Weetbix and no milk in my mouth.
“Where the f**k is she?”
Who the hell had demolished her place like this?
I called out her name, inspected the small living quarters, and found no one. So I bolted out the door and yelled in a combination of agony and rage, “Ariella!”
I felt sick. If something had happened to her because of me… A thousand horrible thoughts raced through my mind. So help me God, I would find whoever did this and rip them apart with my own bare hands.
A sharp bark ripped
