GRIFFIN'S POV
“she’s f*****g gone, how many times did I ask you to lock the door, Mia?” I yell coming from upstairs, my heart jumping up and down, closing my throat every time I’m trying to breathe, I had a panic attack before, but never fear multiplied with anger and a panic attack all at once. Mia holds her hands over her face, sobbing none stop, and me yelling at her is not helping the situation, it’s not her fault.
“Mia?” I called out.
“What, I don’t need your lecture, I know I locked the door when Gretha left, I always do, why would you think I left the door unlock, if I know your lunatic Mother and brother are still somewhere out there?”
I know she’s right; I know she would never put Rosie’s life in danger, hell she wouldn’t even put my life in danger. She would rath
