Gabriel
Ireturn home to find the front door slightly ajar.
Panic washes over me. Something isn’t right.
The moment I step into the main entryway, I see Penelope lying on her back on the tile floor, rigidly still. I can’t even detect a rise and fall off her chest. It’s only when I take a step toward her that I realize why.
A halo of red pools around her skull and her open eyes stare at nothing.
Dread rips straight through me.
“Odette!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “Odette!”
I run to the living room. She’s not there. I check the kitchen next. She’s not there, either. I bound up the stairs and practically kick her bedroom door down all the while screaming her name.
I freeze.
Seated on the edge of her bed is a man clad in black. I’m not sure if I should be relieved or terrified th
