PART 2: What was behind that door…

Just another thud.

And then—

Silence.

The kind of silence that makes your blood run cold.

I turned onto my street.

Police lights flooded the road in red and blue.

Two cars already there.

Neighbors outside.

Watching.

Whispering.

I didn’t even park.

I ran.

Straight to the front door—

which was hanging off its hinges.

Inside…

the house looked like a war zone.

Broken glass.

Overturned furniture.

Blood.

“ETHAN?!”

A small cry answered from the hallway.