Rebecca stood there staring in the direction where he had disappeared.
It was a dimly lit but comfortable place. She looked around and saw a blanket, some packets of dry food, a bottle of water, some paper, some b****y cloth and some soiled ones.
Rebecca went around checking those items when suddenly a faint but familiar scent hit her nose. It was the blood on the clothes.
Rebecca's initial reaction was marked by a peculiar combination of disbelief and dread. Her trembling fingers gingerly picked up the crimson-stained fabric, her gaze fixed upon the ominous hue. The slow, creeping realization began to etch lines of anguish across her face as her eyes darted nervously around the room, searching for any shred of hope that this couldn't be true.
Rebecca picked another one up and sniffe
