JEENA’S P.O.V
It’s an hour after one and he has called me yet, neither did I hear his car come in the garage. An unusual, unsettling feeling laid heavy on my shoulders as I paced back and forth in our bedroom. I couldn’t really pin point what this unsettling feeling was trying to tell me, all I knew was that it was bad…in fact it was terrible. I picked up the phone and tried calling Dane again and it rang…and rang…and rang. Panic rushed through my body, I knew that something was certainly wrong.
After half an hour of tiring to get a hold of Dane, my phone screen lit up. However, to my disappointment, it wasn’t Dane’s number which reflected, instead it was my father-in laws. “Hi Dad- in-law…Any idea where Dane might be? He was supposed to be home around an hour and a half ago” I said in o
