Zoey p.o.v
Entering the apartment mom and I lived in for years now, the silence that welcomed me was deafening. The coldness of the living brought goosebumps on my body, the memory of when I was daytime kidn*pped flashed before my eyes.
I shrunk back as sudden fear engulfed me. I shook my head rapidly to push back the fear.
I wanted a quiet rest. That's why I begged the driver to bring me here. I don't know if this is a wise choice with the lurking threats. But I want a moment for myself, my personal space to breathe without anyone asking me if I'm okay or just checking up on me.
I need to reflect on myself.
I walked further inside the house, dropping my bag on the couch, then went to the kitchen. The whole place is untouched, just the way it was when I was last here.
Mom hasn't
