KELLAN'S POV
I finally opened the front door and immediately started having some very bad feelings, some sort of unease. Something was wrong with the house; it felt too quiet, too still.
The lights were turned off, but there was no movement, nothing like those usual feelings of warmth that greeted me the moment I came home. I turned on the lights.
"Olivia?" I called, letting the sound of my voice fill up the empty spaces.
Silence, thick unnatural silence.
I kicked off my shoes and padded down the hall, peering into each room as I went. Nothing. Half expecting her to pop out and surprise me or tell me she'd been waiting for me to get home, just no sign of her. That all-too-familiar stir of anxiety humming in my chest, a signal I'd grown to recognize wasn't a good thing, was now abuzz.
