A young Chinenye let herself into the house. The house seemed very quiet as usual but she could feel a tense air hanging over the house.
She looked around from where she stood and she couldn't see her mother anywhere, she couldn't smell her in the kitchen and she wasn't coming to welcome her from school like how she usually did.
She noticed that the car her father usually used to go to work was packed outside.
Maybe he was home.
Chinenye took off her shoes and clutched her bag tighter as she took more steps exploring the house. She knew something was wrong, something was off.
After checking everywhere downstairs she figured that they would all be upstairs.
She saw herself running upstairs as fast as she could as her heart rate went faster and faster with every step she took.
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