Sarah
A few hours had passed since I last spoke with Philip on the phone. Now, he returned, but unconscious and covered in blood. Panic surged through me as I followed Ethan's group to the room where my husband was being taken, but I was stopped at the door.
“Sarah, trust me on this. It's better if you stay outside for now,” said Ethan before closing the door.
It was then that I noticed Philip's assistant, who looked at me sadly. In his hands was a paper bag, grease stains showing what was inside—just the buns I'd asked Philip to bring home.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as I turned to Alex, my voice trembling and frantic, eager to get answers. “What happened, Alex? Why is my husband covered in blood? Did something happen to him? Where did Philip go?”
Alex took a deep breath, visibly
